Killing Rips The Soul Apart.

If You’re Not In Gryffindor, We’ll Disinherit You,” Said Ron, “but No Pressure.

Ah, Harry, How Often This Happens, Even Between The Best Of Friends! Each Of Us Believes That What He Has To Say Is Much More Important Than Anything The Other Might Have To Contribute!

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

The World Isn't Split Into Good People And Death Eaters.

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?