You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort

I Was Ripped From My Body, I Was Less Than Spirit, Less Than The Meanest Ghost . . . But Still, I Was Alive.

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort Too Soon.

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

Warlock D. J. Prod Of Didsbury Says: “my Wife Used To Sneer At My Feeble Charms, But One Month Into Your Fabulous Kwikspell Course And I Succeeded In Turning Her Into A Yak! Thank You, Kwikspell!