I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write

I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses.

Assuming I Survive Our Hunt For The Horcruxes, I’ll Find Mum And Dad And Lift The Enchantment. If I Don’t – Well, I Think I’ve Cast A Good Enough Charm To Keep Them Safe And Happy. Wendell And Monica Wilkins Don’t Know That They’ve Got A Daughter, You See.

The Exceptions Were Two Men A Little Ahead Of Them, Standing Just Outside The Three Broomsticks. One Was Very Tall And Thin; Squinting Through His Rain-washed Glasses Harry Recognized The Barman Who Worked In The Other Hogsmeade Pub, The Hog’s Head. As Harry, Ron, And Hermione Drew Closer, The Barman Drew His Cloak More Tightly Around His Neck And Walked Away, Leaving The Shorter Man To Fumble With Something In His Arms. They Were Barely Feet From Him When Harry Realized Who The Man Was. “mundungus!

You Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If You Ask Me.

I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.