His father kept the chocolate frog card.
And in the many years that followed, when James was sad (and he did have occasions to be sad) he thought of the Vault. He thought of the Story. Sometimes, very rarely, he visited it. He performed the duties of his stewardship.
He reminded himself.
The Author was not yet finished. The sadness was only a chapter in the larger plotline. Heartbreak and loss were the only fictions.
They would not last forever.
The happy ending was not yet written.
But someday… someday… it would be.