I’m Very Busy With Schoolwork, Of Course."

There Is Plenty Of Ambitious Competition And Hypocrisy In The Middle Class, Which Makes It A Rather Fertile Environment For A Writer.

I've Got Two Daughters Who Will Have To Make Their Way In This Skinny-obsessed World, And It Worries Me, Because I Don't Want Them To Be Empty-headed, Self-obsessed, Emaciated Clones; I'd Rather They Were Independent, Interesting, Idealistic, Kind, Opinionated, Original, Funny – A Thousand Things, Before 'thin'. And Frankly, I'd Rather They Didn't Give A Gust Of Stinking Chihuahua Flatulence Whether The Woman Standing Next To Them Has Fleshier Knees Than They Do. Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons. Let Them Never Be Stupid Girls.

You Cheating Scum!” Lee Jordan Was Howling Into The Megaphone, Dancing Out Of Professor Mcgonagall’s Reach. “you Filthy, Cheating B —” Professor Mcgonagall Didn’t Even Bother To Tell Him Off. She Was Actually Shaking Her Finger In Malfoy’s Direction, Her Hat Had Fallen Off, And She Too Was Shouting Furiously.

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.

Another Ten Points From Gryffindor,” Said Snape. “i Would Expect Nothing More Sophisticated From You, Ronald Weasley, The Boy So Solid He Cannot Apparate Half An Inch Across A Room.