Like A Tongue On Frozen Steel, Like

You Know, I Don’t Get Why Fred And George Only Got Three O.w.l.s Each,” Said Harry, Watching As Fred, George, And Lee Collected Gold From The Eager Crowd. “they Really Know Their Stuff. . . .” “oh, They Only Know Flashy Stuff That’s No Real Use To Anyone,” Said Hermione Disparagingly. “no Real Use?” Said Ron In A Strained Voice. “hermione, They’ve Got About Twenty-six Galleons Already. . . .

No, Thanks," Said Harry. "the Toilet's Never Had Anything As Horrible As Your Head Down It— It Might Be Sick." Then He Ran, Before Dudley Could Work Out What He'd Said.

He Tried To Give His Wife Pleasure In Little Ways, Because He Had Come To Realize, After Nearly Two Decades Together, How Often He Disappointed Her In The Big Things. It Was Never Intentional. They Simply Had Very Different Notions Of What Ought To Take Up Most Space In Life.

And It's Gryfindor In Possession Again, As Johnson Takes The Quaffle - Flint Alongside Her - Poke Him In The Eye, Angelina - It Was A Joke, Professor, It Was A Joke.

Only The Difference Between Truth And Lies, Courage And Cowardice.