Nothing Like A Nighttime Stroll To Give

It Is The Unknown We Fear When We Look Upon Death And Darkness, Nothing More.

Things We Lose Have A Way Of Coming Back To Us In The End, If Not Always In The Way We Expect.

The Long Game Was Ended, The Snitch Had Been Caught, It Was Time To Leave The Air.

Are You Trying To Weasel Out Of Showing Us Any Of This Stuff?" Said Zacharias Smith. "here's An Idea," Said Ron Loudly, "why Don't You Shut Your Mouth?" "well, We've All Turned Up To Learn From Him, And Now He's Telling Us He Can't Really Do Any Of It," He Said. "that's Not What He Said," Said Fred Weasley. "would You Like Us To Clean Out Your Ears For You?" Inquired George, Pulling A Long And Lethal-looking Metal Instrument From Inside One Of The Zonko's Bags. "or Any Part Of Your Body, Really, We're Not Fussy Where We Stick This," Said Fred.

Sword? Haven't Got A Sword. That Boy Has, Though. He'll Lend You One.