Oh, He Knows How To Play, Little

His Hand Closed Automatically Around The Fake Horcrux But In Spite Of Everything, In Spite Of The Dark And Twisting Path He Saw Stretching Ahead For Himself, In Spite Of The Final Meeting With Voldemort He Knew Must Come Whether In A Month In A Year Or In Ten, He Felt His Heart Lift At The Thought That There Was Still One Last Golden Day Of Peace Left To Enjoy With Ron And Hermione.

Age Is Foolish And Forgetful When It Underestimates Youth.

Wow, We're Identical!

I Love A Good Dorothy L. Sayers.

I Would Be A Liar If I Said I Don't Care [about My Appearance]; Yes, I Care. I Found It Very Difficult, When I First Became Well Known, To Read Criticism About How I Look, How Messy My Hair Was, And How Generally Unkempt I Look. The Nastiest Thing Ever Written Was Written By A Man, And I Do Remember That. I Wasn't Looking For It Either, It Was Just Simply In The Newspaper I Was Reading.