In A Novel You Have To Resist

I've Often Met People Who Are Terrified, You Know, In A Straight Jacket Of Their Own Making Because They'd Rather Do Anything That Fail. They Don't Want To Try For Fear Of Failing.

I Wasn't Paying Attention," Said Myrtle Dramatically. "peeves Upset Me So Much I Came In Here And Tried To Kill Myself. Then, Of Course, I Remembered That I'm -- That I'm --" "already Dead," Said Ron Hopefully. Myrtle Gave A Tragic Sob, Rose Up In The Air, Turned Over, And Dived Headfirst Into The Toilet, Splashing Water All Over Them And Vanishing From Sight, Although From The Direction Of Her Muffled Sobs, She Had Come To Rest Somewhere In The U-bend.

Honestly, Woman, You Call Yourself Our Mother?

Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.