Oh Well... I'd Just Been Thinking, If

Harry, Guess What?" Said Tonks From Her Perch On Top Of The Washing Machine, And She Wiggled Her Left Hand At Him; A Ring Glittered There.

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

Many Parts Of My Life Are Perfectly Ordinary, If That's What You Mean. One Could Even Call It Boring, But That's What I Like About It.

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

I Don't Mean To Be Rude—" He Began, In A Tone That Threatened Rudeness In Every Syllable. "yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often," Dumbledore Finished The Sentence Gravely.