All Those Poor Elves I Haven’t Set

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days....althoug H Writing Has Been My Actual Job For Several Years Now, I Still Seem To Have To Fight For Time In Which To Do It.

Hermione Drew Herself To Her Full Height; Her Eyes Were Narrowed And Her Hair Seemed To Crackle With Electricity. "no," She Said, Her Voice Quivering With Anger, "but I Will Write To Your Mother.

You Never Get It Right, You People, Do You? Either We've Got Fudge, Pretending Everything's Lovely While People Get Murdered Right Under His Nose, Or We've Got You, Chucking The Wrong People Into Jail And Trying To Pretend You've Got 'the Chosen One' Working For You!

Aaah ... When Two Neptunes Appear In The Sky It Is A Sure Sign That A Midget In Glasses Is Being Born, Harry.

Wherever I Am, If I've Got A Book With Me, I Have A Place I Can Go And Be Happy