Dumbledore Watched Her Fly Away, And As

Which Way Did They Go, Peeves?" Filch Was Saying. "quick, Tell Me." "say 'please.'" "don't Mess With Me, Peeves, Now Where Did They Go?" "shan't Say Nothing If You Don't Say Please," Said Peeves In His Annoying Singsong Voice. "all Right- Please." "nothing! Ha Haaa! Told You I Wouldn't Say Nothing If You Didn't Say Please! Ha Ha! Haaaaaa!" And They Heard The Sound Of Peeves Whooshing Away And Filch Cursing In Rage.

Yes, There Are Parallels. The Difference Is That I Just Look At [my Son] David And Think That He's Absolutely Perfect, Whereas You Look At The Finished Book And You Think, 'oh, Damn It, I Should Have Changed That.' You're Never Happy. Whereas With A Baby, You're Happy. If You've Got A Perfect Baby, You're Just Grateful.

The Silence Was Unbearable To Him. If The Pictures Could Have Reflected The Feelings Inside Him, They Would Have Been Screaming In Pain.

All's Fair In Love And War," Said Ron Brightly, "and This Is A Bit Of Both.

It Seemed To Take Sirius An Age To Fall: His Body Curved In A Graceful Arc As He Sank Backwards Through The Ragged Veil Hanging From The Arch.