And The Idea Of Just Wandering Off

He Felt That He Was Still Groping In The Dark; He Had Chosen His Path But Kept Looking Back, Wondering Whether He Had Misread The Signs, Whether He Should Not Have Taken The Other Way.

She Kept Asking Herself Whether, If He Had Looked Cleaner, She Might Have Been More Concerned; Whether, On Some Subliminal Level, She Had Confused His Obvious Signs Of Neglect With Street-smartness, Toughness And Resilience.

Was It Love When Somebody Filled A Space In Your Life That Yawned Inside You, Once They Had Gone?

Don't, Ginny, We'll Send You Loads Of Owls. We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat. George! Only Joking, Mum.

The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing, Potter... Or At Least, Most Minds Are.