What do you do when the wizards are gone?
For a few days there I was lost in Harry Potter. I went to bed reading Potter, dreamed Potter and had breakfast with Potter.
There are other wizards. I attended a meeting with some bigwigs. The scene reminded me of the Sauron/Gandalf battle in Lord of the Rings. We were on the top floor of the building around this shiny wooden table, dark enough to be stone and though Mt. Doom wasn't on the horizon, the looks people around the table were giving each other were viscious. I was waiting for someone to pull a wand or shoot fire or something. It all ended amiably. Maybe next time.