My Parents Are Muggles, Mate. They Don't

Every Writer Must Have A Chip Of Ice In His Heart.

Christmas Was Coming. One Morning In Mid-december, Hogwarts Woke To Find Itself Covered In Several Feet Of Snow. The Lake Froze Solid And The Weasley Twins Were Punished For Bewitching Several Snowballs So That They Followed Quirrell Around, Bouncing Off The Back Of His Turban.

He Accused Me Of Being Dumbledore's Man Through And Through." "how Very Rude Of Him." "i Told Him I Was." Dumbledore Opened His Mouth To Speak And Then Closed It Again. Fawkes The Phoenix Let Out A Low, Soft, Musical Cry. To Harry's Intense Embarrassment, He Suddenly Realized That Dumbledore's Bright Blue Eyes Looked Rather Watery, And Stared Hastily At His Own Knee. When Dumbledore Spoke, However, His Voice Was Quite Steady. "i Am Very Touched, Harry.

Let Muggles Manage Without Us!

I Think It's Alarming That People Believe That Success Enables One To Forget How Life Felt Before. As If One Could Simply Exchange One's Values.