I Just Hate Meetings.

There Is No Good And Evil, There Is Only Power And Those Too Weak To Seek It.

Depression Is The Most Unpleasant Thing I Have Ever Experienced. . . . It Is That Absence Of Being Able To Envisage That You Will Ever Be Cheerful Again. The Absence Of Hope. That Very Deadened Feeling, Which Is So Very Different From Feeling Sad. Sad Hurts But It's A Healthy Feeling. It Is A Necessary Thing To Feel. Depression Is Very Different.

I Imagine Them Very Clearly And Then Attempt To Describe What I Can See. Sometimes I Draw Them For My Own Amusement! (talking About Her Characters And Scenes)

The Realization Of What Would Happen Next Settled Gradually Over Harry In The Long Minutes, Like Softly Falling Snow. "i've Got To Go Back, Haven't I?" "that Is Up To You." "i've Got A Choice?" "oh Yes." Dumbledore Smiled At Him. "we Are In King's Cross, You Say? I Think That If You Decided Not To Go Back, You Would Be Able To…let's Say…board A Train." "and Where Would It Take Me?" "on," Said Dumbledore Simply.

Harry, Don't Go Picking A Row With Malfoy, Don't Forget, He's A Prefect Now, He Could Make Life Difficult For You..." "wow, I Wonder What It'd Be Like To Have A Difficult Life?" Said Harry Sarcastically.