Don't Let The Muggles Get You Down.

What’s Comin’ Will Come, An’ We’ll Meet It When It Does.

I Want To Commit The Murder I Was Imprisoned For.

I Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

Well, I Can Certainly See Why We're Trying To Keep Them Alive. Who Wouldn't Want Pets That Can Burn, Sting, And Bite All At Once?