Would It Hurt To Die?

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

Every Time He Tried To Reconstruct The Internal Arguments That Had Led To His Decision, They Sounded Feebler To Him.

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.

"well, We Were Always Going To Fail That One," Said Ron Gloomily As They Ascended The Marble Staircase. He Had Just Made Harry Feel Rather Better By Telling Him How He Told The Examiner In Detail About The Ugly Man With A Wart On His Nose In The Crystal Ball, Only To Look Up And Realize He Had Been Describing The Examiner's Reflection.

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!