Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.

You’d Think A Bit Of Kissing Would Cheer Her Up.

Crackers!” Said Dumbledore Enthusiastically, Offering The End Of A Large Silver Noisemaker To Snape, Who Took It Reluctantly.

Thing Was' He Faced Them, And Harry Was Astonished To See That He Was Grinning, 'they Bit Of A Bit More Than They Could Chew With Gran. Little Old Witch Living Alone, They Probably Think They Didn't Need To Send Anyone Particularly Powerful. Anyway' Neville Laughed, 'dawlish Is Still In St Mungo's And Gran Is On The Run. She Sent Me A Letter,' He Clapped A Hand To The Breast Pocket Of His Robes, 'telling Me She Was Proud Of Me, That I'm My Parents' Son, And To Keep It Up

It Was So Good To Be Held. If Only Their Relationship Could Be Distilled Into Simple, Wordless Gestures Of Comfort. Why Had Humans Ever Learned To Talk?