All Those Poor Elves I Haven’t Set

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry.

Christmas Was Coming. One Morning In Mid-december, Hogwarts Woke To Find Itself Covered In Several Feet Of Snow. The Lake Froze Solid And The Weasley Twins Were Punished For Bewitching Several Snowballs So That They Followed Quirrell Around, Bouncing Off The Back Of His Turban.

You Have To Kill A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything Good.

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

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?