The fear doesn’t go away, really. But over time you become more confident that, though the woods will always have ruts and brambles and you will stumble, if you fight your way through you’ll find beauty on the other side.
some muggleborn like “i want to be an astronaut when i grow up!”
wizard kids like “wtf is an astronaut”
"oh you know…the people who go to the moon"
of course you can’t just go to the moon you need a rocketship