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I Have Some Problems With Conventional Organized Religion.

And It’s Johnson, Johnson With The Quaffle, What A Player That Girl Is, I’ve Been Saying It For Years But She Still Won’t Go Out With Me —” “jordan!” Yelled Professor Mcgonagall. “just A Fun Fact, Professor, Adds A Bit Of Interest —

Sometimes, If She Simply Remained Quiet, And Let The Inadequacy Of His Excuses Reverberate On The Air, He Became Ashamed And Backtracked.

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.

Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For Luck?