Last month, fireworks lit up the sky around Windsor, as Hindus, Sikhs and Jains celebrated Diwali, the festival of lights, providing joyous moments of hope and unity — despite social distancing.
Since the fire, the village had lost something irreplaceable: a queue to join, a set of flavours and smells, an illuminated place to go after dark, a takeaway to eat on a sea wall.
Every night as he saw the bright light shine out from the hall and heard the laughter and shouting, he was angry because the Danes gathered there were so happy.
So, like, if you imagine pictures of Broadway or vintage Las Vegas, the street just lit up with signs sort of competing for your attention… Can you picture that?
The inside of the enormous Beauxbatons carriage was also lit up; Harry could hear Madame Maxime talking inside it as he knocked on Hagrid's front door.