We have reached the "Harry Potter point" in the summer.
I remember that whenever I would read a new Harry Potter book, I would wonder why Harry bemoaned the length of the summer so much; it was just two months for him, and yet he would nevertheless sink into despair after just a few weeks with the Dursleys. Geez, Harry, be patient. Get a grip.
And then invariably, every summer, I would stop wondering and completely understand.
We are not sinking into despair here; nevertheless, we now thoroughly long for the routine and predictability of the school year.
I always loved school. And if school had been as marvelous as Hogwarts, I would never have wanted to leave.
Perhaps someday I will go back to school and learn new things. That would be Good.
Neville was found here: http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Neville_Longbottom