Of All The Trees We Could've Hit,

Cobbled Streets And No Shops Open Past Six O'clock, A Communal Life That Seemed To Revolve Around Church, And Where You Could Often Hear Bird Song And Nothing Else: Gaia Felt As Though She Had Fallen Through A Portal Into A Land Lost In Time.

Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry Through His Half-moon Glasses. 'it Is Time,’ He Said, ‘for Me To Tell You What I Should Have Told You Five Years Ago, Harry. Please Sit Down. I Am Going To Tell You Everything.

You Are Here To Learn The Subtle Science And Exact Art Of Potion-making. As There Is Little Foolish Wand-waving Here, Many Of You Will Hardly Believe This Is Magic. I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses. . . I Can Teach You How To Bottle Fame, Brew Glory, Even Stopper Death — If You Aren't As Big A Bunch Of Dunderheads As I Usually Have To Teach.

It’s So Difficult To Describe [depression] To Someone Who’s Never Been There, Because It’s Not Sadness. I Know Sadness. Sadness Is To Cry And To Feel. But It’s That Cold Absence Of Feeling — That Really Hollowed-out Feeling.

I'm Happy To Talk In General Themes, But When We Get Down To Specifics About My Family, For Me That's Always Been Off-limits.