She's As Nutty As Squirrel Poo.

If You Choose To Use Your Status And Influence To Raise Your Voice On Behalf Of Those Who Have No Voice; If You Choose To Identify Not Only With The Powerful, But With The Powerless; If You Retain The Ability To Imagine Yourself Into The Lives Of Those Who Do Not Have Your Advantages, Then It Will Not Only Be Your Proud Families Who Celebrate Your Existence, But Thousands And Millions Of People Whose Reality You Have Helped Transform For The Better. We Do Not Need Magic To Change The World, We Carry All The Power We Need Inside Ourselves Already: We Have The Power To Imagine Better.

I Sometimes Find, And I Am Sure You Know The Feeling, That I Simply Have Too Many Thoughts And Memories Crammed Into My Mind.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

She Navigated Away From The Parish Council Message Board And Dropped Into Her Favorite Medical Website, Where She Painstakingly Entered The Words "brain" And "death" In The Search Box. The Suggestions Were Endless. Shirley Scrolled Through The Possibilities, Her Mild Eyes Rolling Up And Down, Wondering To Which Of These Deadly Conditions, Some Of Them Unpronounceable, She Owed Her Present Happiness.

I Would Rather Die Than Betray His Trust." "that's Not Saying Much, Seeing As You're Already Dead," Ron Observed. "once Again, You Show All The Sensitivity Of A Blunt Axe," Said Nearly Headless Nick In Affronted Tones.