Everything That Fails Brings You Closer To

But Dumbledore Says He Doesn't Care What They Do As Long As They Don't Take Him Off The Chocolate Frog Cards.

Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, Of Number Four, Privet Drive, Were Proud To Say That They Were Perfectly Normal, Thank You Very Much. They Were The Last People You'd Expect To Be Involved In Anything Strange Or Mysterious, Because They Just Didn't Hold With Such Nonsense.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Ron's Ears Turned Bright Red And He Become Engrossed In A Tuft Of Grass At His Feet, Which He Prodded With His Toe 'he Must've Known I'd Run Out On You'. 'no', Harry Corrected Him, 'he Must've Known You'd Always Want To Come Back

P.s. I Enjoy Acid Pops.