I Think You're Working And Learning Until

I'm Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination. I Don't Think That's Healthy.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Well, You're Expelling Us Aren't You?" Said Ron. "not Today, Mr. Weasley." Snape Looked As Though Christmas Had Been Canceled.

Somewhere Out In The Darkness, A Phoenix Was Singing In A Way Harry Had Never Heard Before: A Stricken Lament Of Terrible Beauty. And Harry Felt, As He Had Felt About Phoenix Song Before, That The Music Was Inside Him, Not Without: It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

Ah Well... Wand Still In Your Jeans? Both Buttocks Still On? Okay, Let’s Go.