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Tell Me, How Is Lucius Malfoy These Days? I Expect He's Delighted His Lapdog's Working At Hogwarts, Isn't He?" "speaking Of Dogs," Said Snape Softly, "did You Know That Lucius Malfoy Recognized You Last Time You Risked A Little Jaunt Outside? Clever Idea, Black, Getting Yourself Seen On A Safe Station Platform. Gave You A Cast-iron Excuse Not To Leave Your Hidey-hole In Future, Didn't It?

Where Is Wood?" Said Harry, Suddenly Realizing He Wasn't There. "still In The Showers," Said Fred. "we Think He's Trying To Drown Himself.

George: "i Can't See Anyone Trying To Bump Off A Quidditch Team." Fred: "wood Might've Done The Slytherins If He Could've Got Away With It.

His Eyes Are As Green As A Fresh Pickled Toad, His Hair Is As Dark As A Blackboard. I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine, The Hero Who Conquered The Dark Lord.

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.