The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

Writing And Cafes Are Strongly Linked In My Brain.

Parminder Kept Her Unwept Tears Locked Tightly Inside Where They Seemed To Undergo An Alchemical Transformation, Returning To The Outer World As Lava Slides Of Rage.

I Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

Let Me Out," Harry Said Again. "no," Dumbledore Repeated. "if You Don't - If You Keep Me In Here - If You Don't Let Me-" "by All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions," Said Dumbledore. "i Daresay I Have Too Many.

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry. Pity The Living, And, Above All Those Who Live Without Love.