How Thick Can You Get?

I Knew Ginny Was Lying About That Tattoo.

It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.

It Is A Strange Thing, But When You Are Dreading Something, And Would Give Anything To Slow Down Time, It Has A Disobliging Habit Of Speeding Up.

Being Fed, And Having A Soft Bed, And Other People Being In Charge, Seemed The Most Wonderful Prospect In The World At That Moment.

Whatever Happens To Your Body, Your Soul Will Survive, Untouched.