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There Appears To Be Something To Do With Vehicles And Movement That Stimulates My Writing.

Time To Sit Down," Fred Told Harry, "or We're Going To Get Run Over By The Bride.

Rita Looked As Though She Would Have Liked Nothing Better Than To Seize The Paper Umbrella Sticking Out Of Hermione's Drink And Thrust It Up Her Nose.

Don't Be Silly, Dawlish. I'm Sure You Are An Excellent Auror, I Seem To Remember You Achieved 'outstanding' In All Your N.e.w.t.s, But If You Attempt To — Er — 'bring Me In' By Force, I Will Have To Hurt You.

Montague's Just Been Found In A Toilet, Sir.