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Every Hour That Passed Added To Her Grief, Because It Bore Her Further Away From The Living Man, And Because It Was A Tiny Foretaste Of The Eternity She Would Have To Spend Without Him.

"well, We Were Always Going To Fail That One," Said Ron Gloomily As They Ascended The Marble Staircase. He Had Just Made Harry Feel Rather Better By Telling Him How He Told The Examiner In Detail About The Ugly Man With A Wart On His Nose In The Crystal Ball, Only To Look Up And Realize He Had Been Describing The Examiner's Reflection.

Anyway, Members Of The Inquisitorial Squad Do Have The Power To Dock Points So, Granger, I'll Have Five From You For Being Rude About Our New Headmistress. Macmillan, Five For Contradicting Me. Five Because I Don't Like You, Potter. Weasley, Your Shirt's Untucked, So I'll Have Another Five For That. Oh Yeah, I Forgot, You're A Mudblood, Granger, So Ten Off For That.

Harry: "and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” Ron: “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose.

You Should Write A Book," Ron Told Hermione As He Cut Up His Potatoes, "translating Mad Things Girls Do So Boys Can Understand Them.