Apparently Wizards Poke Their Noses In Everywhere!

Dumbledore Raised His Finger For Silence, A Silence Which Fell As Though He Had Struck Uncle Vernon Dumb.

He Knew One Thing Only, And It Was Beyond Fear Or Reason: He Was Not Going To Die Crouching Here Like A Child Playing Hide-and-seek; He Was Not Going To Die Kneeling At Voldemort’s Feet . . . He Was Going To Die Upright Like His Father, And He Was Going To Die Trying To Defend Himself, Even If No Defense Was Possible. . . .

The Elf’s Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. ‘harry... Potter...’ And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great, Glassy Orbs Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

I Felt I Had To Solve Everyone's Problems.

And The Idea Of Just Wandering Off To A Cafe With A Notebook And Writing And Seeing Where That Takes Me For Awhile Is Just Bliss.