Wow, We're Identical!

Pagford, Which By Night Was No More Than A Cluster Of Twinkling Lights In A Dark Hollow Far Below, Was Emerging Into Chilly Sunlight.

If Someone Asked For My Recipe For Happiness, Step One Would Be Finding Out What You Love Most In The World And Step Two Would Be Finding Someone To Pay You To Do It. I Consider Myself Very Lucky Indeed To Be Able To Support Myself By Writing.

But People Only Die In Proper Duels, You Know, With Real Wizards. The Most You And Malfoy’ll Be Able To Do Is Send Sparks At Each Other. Neither Of You Knows Enough Magic To Do Any Real Damage. I Bet He Expected You To Refuse, Anyway.” “and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose,” Ron Suggested.

I've Wanted To Be An Author As Long As I Can Remember. English Was Always My Favorite Subject At School, So Why I Went On To Do A Degree In French Is Anyone's Guess.

She Can't Keep Writing About What A Tragic Little Hero I Am, It'll Get Boring.