Draco Malfoy Is A Bad Boy!" Squeaked

I Was Ripped From My Body, I Was Less Than Spirit, Less Than The Meanest Ghost . . . But Still, I Was Alive.

I Knew Ginny Was Lying About That Tattoo.

Half An Hour Later, Each Of Them Had Been Given A Complicated Circular Chart, And Was Attempting To Fill In The Position Of The Planets At Their Moment Of Birth. It Was Dull Work, Requiring Much Consultation Of Timetables And Calculation Of Angles. “i’ve Got Two Neptunes Here,” Said Harry After A While, Frowning Down At His Piece Of Parchment, “that Can’t Be Right, Can It?” “aaaaah,” Said Ron, Imitating Professor Trelawney’s Mystical Whisper, “when Two Neptunes Appear In The Sky, It Is A Sure Sign That A Midget In Glasses Is Being Born, Harry . . .

Maybe He Murdered Myrtle; That Would’ve Done Everyone A Favor. . . .

Poverty Is A Lot Like Childbirth - You Know It Is Going To Hurt Before It Happens, But You'll Never Know How Much Until You Experience It.