Next Time There’s A Ball, Ask Me

Kill Me Then,' Panted Harry, Who Felt No Fear At All, But Only Rage And Contempt. 'kill Me Like You Killed Him, You Coward-' Don't-' Screamed Snape, And His Face Was Suddenly Demented, Inhuman, As Though He Was In As Much Pain As The Yelping, Howling Dog Stuck In The House Behind Them- 'call Me A Coward!

The World Is My Oyster. I Can Do Whatever I Like.

Look...at...me..." He Whispered. The Green Eyes Found The Black, But After A Second, Something In The Depths Of The Dark Pair Seemed To Vanish, Leaving Them Fixed, Blank, And Empty. The Hand Holding Harry Thudded To The Floor, And Snape Moved No More.

I Am Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination, I Don’t Think That’s Healthy.

George,” Said Fred, “i Think We’ve Outgrown Full-time Education.” “yeah, I’ve Been Feeling That Way Myself,” Said George Lightly.