I Hope There's Pudding!

No, There's No University For Wizards. At The Moment I'm Only Planning To Write Seven Harry Potter Books. I Won't Say "never," But I Have No Plans To Write An Eighth Book.

Every Second He Breathed, The Smell Of The Grass, The Cool Air On His Face, Was So Precious: To Think That People Had Years And Years, Time To Waste, So Much Time It Dragged, And He Was Clinging To Each Second.

I'm Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination. I Don't Think That's Healthy.

Someone's Dead," Said Malfoy, And His Voice Seemed To Go Up An Octave As He Said It. "one Of Your People...i Don't Know Who, It Was Dark...i Stepped Over The Body...i Was Supposed To Be Waiting Up Here When You Got Back, Only Your Phoenix Lot Got In The Way.

Every Writer Prefers Good Reviews Over Bad Ones, And Every Writer Wants To Have Lots Of Readers. But If It Doesn't Happen, That's Fine Too. Perhaps I Won't Throw A Party Then; I'll Simply Go Home And Keep Writing.