But the more I hint I want to finish it, the tighter she holds on. It’s like going out with the giant squid.
Why Are You Worrying About You-Know-Who? You SHOULD Be Worrying About U-NO-POO – the Constipation Sensation That’s Gripping the Nation!
The inspiration for Moaning Myrtle was the frequent presence of a crying girl in communal bathrooms, especially at the parties and discos of my youth. This does not seem to happen in male bathrooms, so I enjoyed placing Harry and Ron in such uncomfortable and unfamiliar territory.
Harry tried every variation of ‘I need to see what Draco Malfoy is doing inside you’ that he could think of for a whole hour, at.
He could not return to living full-time with the Dursleys, not now that he knew the other world, the one to which he really belonged.
You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
It’s never too early to think about the future, so I’d recommend Divination.
It looks like a Grim if you do this,” Seamus Finnigan said, with his eyes almost shut, “but it looks more like a donkey from here,” he said, leaning to the left.
Harry didn’t feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.
His d-diary!” Ginny sobbed. “I’ve b-been writing in it, and he’s been w-writing back all year – ” “Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.
We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
Not if I can help it,” said Hermione grimly. “Flitwick told me in secret that I got a hundred and twelve percent on his exam. They’re not throwing me out after that.
Ern! Ern! Guess ’oo Neville is, Ern! ‘E’s ‘Arry Potter! I can see ’is scar!
Would the realization of Sukhvinder’s desperation lead, at last, to some crack in her mother’s implacable disapproval, her disappointment, her endless stone-faced criticism?
Fats and Andrew were perhaps equally aware that the admiration in their relationship flowed mostly from Andrew to Fats; but Fats alone suspected that he needed Andrew more than Andrew needed him.
Really, Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I’m afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time,′ said Dumbledore, now peering sternly over his half-moon spectacles. ‘Not a week has passed, since I became Headmaster of this school, when I haven’t had at least one owl complaining about the way I run it. But what should I do? Barricade myself in my study and refuse to talk to anybody?
Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!
Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena where I believed I truly belonged.
I know nothing of the secrets of death, Harry, for I chose my feeble imitation of life instead.
The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in one night, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!