She's As Nutty As Squirrel Poo.

I Think They Ought To Know. You Do Them A Disservice By Not Confiding Something This Important To Them.” “i Didn’t Want —” “— To Worry Or Frighten Them?” Said Dumbledore, Surveying Harry Over The Top Of His Half-moon Spectacles. “or Perhaps, To Confess That You Yourself Are Worried And Frightened? You Need Your Friends, Harry. As You So Rightly Said, Sirius Would Not Have Wanted You To Shut Yourself Away.

I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters. They Are Often More Afraid.

I Am The Freest Author In The World.

It Is A Strange Thing, But When You Are Dreading Something, And Would Give Anything To Slow Down Time, It Has A Disobliging Habit Of Speeding Up.

Dumbledore Had Not Raised His Voice, He Did Not Even Sound Angry, But Harry Would Have Preferred Him To Yell; This Cold Disappointment Was Worse Than Anything.