At Fourteen, You Really Do Start Realising

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

Professor Flitwick Had Dried Himself Off And Set Seamus Lines ("i Am A Wizard Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick")

Ginny Weasley, Who Sat Next To Colin Creevey In Charms, Was Distraught, But Harry Felt That Fred And George Were Going The Wrong Way About Cheering Her Up. They Were Taking Turns Covering Themselves With Fur Or Boils And Jumping Out At Her From Behind Statues.

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.

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