I'm A Writer, And I Will Write

Aha! What Villains Are These, That Trespass Upon My Private Lands! Come To Scorn At My Fall, Perchance? Draw, You Knaves, You Dogs!

Nothing More Or Less Than The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire Of Our Hearts.

The Owls Are Gathering; Find Out Why Soon.

You Think The Dead We Loved Truly Ever Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly In Times Of Great Trouble?

"well, We Were Always Going To Fail That One," Said Ron Gloomily As They Ascended The Marble Staircase. He Had Just Made Harry Feel Rather Better By Telling Him How He Told The Examiner In Detail About The Ugly Man With A Wart On His Nose In The Crystal Ball, Only To Look Up And Realize He Had Been Describing The Examiner's Reflection.