Urgh — Essence Of Millicent Bulstrode.

I Must Admit, Peter, I Have Difficulty In Understanding Why An Innocent Man Would Want To Spend Twelve Years As A Rat.

She's As Nutty As Squirrel Poo.

And Tears Came Before He Could Stop Them, Boiling Hot Then Instantly Freezing On His Face, And What Was The Point In Wiping Them Off? Or Pretending? He Let Them Fall.

When Filch Wasn't Guarding The Scene Of The Crime, He Was Skulking Red-eyed Through The Corridors, Lunging Out At Unsuspecting Students And Trying To Put Them In Detention For Things Like "breathing Loudly" And "looking Happy.

Remember, If The Time Should Come When You Have To Make A Choice Between What Is Right And What Is Easy, Remember What Happened To A Boy Who Was Good, And Kind, And Brave, Because He Strayed Across The Path Of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.