Apparently Wizards Poke Their Noses In Everywhere!

Differences Of Habit And Language Are Nothing At All If Our Aims Are Identical And Our Hearts Are Open.

I Knew No One Who'd Ever Been In The Public Eye.

And Sure Enough, In Seeking To Become Superhuman This Foolhardy Young Man Renders Himself Inhuman. The Heart That He Has Locked Away Slowly Shrivels And Grows Hair, Symbolising His Own Descent To Beasthood.

Sometimes You Remind Me A Lot Of James. He Called It My 'furry Little Problem' In Company. Many People Were Under The Impression That I Owned A Badly Behaved Rabbit.

Words Are, In My Not-so-humble Opinion, Our Most Inexhaustible Source Of Magic. Capable Of Both Inflicting Injury, And Remedying It.