Giggling Should Be Made Illegal.

Muggles Have Garden Gnomes, Too, You Know," Harry Told Ron As They Crossed The Lawn. "yeah, I've Seen Those Things They Think Are Gnomes," Said Ron, Bent Double With His Head In A Peony Bush, "like Fat Little Santa Clauses With Fishing Rods.

There's A Time And A Place For Getting A Smart Mouth.

On Harry Dug, Deeper And Deeper Into The Hard, Cold Earth, Subsuming His Grief In Sweat, Denying The Pain In His Scar.

Or Yet In Wise Old Ravenclaw, If You've A Ready Mind, Where Those Of Wit And Learning, Will Always Find Their Kind.

Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins.