But Snape Always Seemed To Hate Me

Hearing Voices No One Else Can Hear Isn't A Good Sign, Even In The Wizarding World.

The Sky Was A Cold Iron-grey, Like The Underside Of A Shield. A Sharp Breeze Lifted The Hems Of Skirts And Rattled The Leaves On The Immature Trees; A Spiteful, Chill Wind That Sought Out Your Weakest Places, The Nape Of Your Neck And Your Knees, And Which Denied You The Comfort Of Dreaming, Of Retreating A Little From Reality.

Your Qualifications, Your Cv, Are Not Your Life, Though You Will Meet Many People Of My Age And Older Who Confuse The Two. Life Is Difficult, And Complicated, And Beyond Anyone's Control, And The Humility To Know That Will Enable You To Survive Its Vicissitudes.

Harry Moved The Tip Of His Eagle-feather Quill Down The Page, Frowning As He Looked For Something That Would Help Him Write His Essay, “witch Burning In The Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — Discuss.

But I Was Willing To Embrace Mortal Life Again, Before Chasing Immortality.