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Hello, Harry!” She Said. “er — My Name’s Barny,” Said Harry, Flummoxed. “oh, Have You Changed That Too?” She Asked Brightly. “how Did You Know — ?” “oh, Just Your Expression,” She Said. Like Her Father, Luna Was Wearing Bright Yellow Robes, Which She Had Accessorized With A Large Sunflower In Her Hair. Once You Got Over The Brightness Of It All, The General Effect Was Quite Pleasant. At Least There Were No Radishes Dangling From Her Ears.

'it Only Put Me In Gryffindor,' Said Harry In A Defeated Voice, 'because I Asked Not To Go In Slytherin...' 'exactly' Said Dumbledore, Beaming Once More. 'which Makes You Very Different From Tom Riddle. It Is Our Choices, Harry, That Show What We Truly Are, Far More Than Our Abilities.'

I've Often Met People Who Are Terrified, You Know, In A Straight Jacket Of Their Own Making Because They'd Rather Do Anything That Fail. They Don't Want To Try For Fear Of Failing.

Whoops - My Wand Is A Little Over Excited!

Yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often. Best To Say Nothing At All, My Dear Man.