Once Again I Must Ask Too Much

The Hippogriff Took Off Into The Air. . . . He And His Rider Became Smaller And Smaller As Harry Gazed After Them . . . Then A Cloud Drifted Across The Moon. . . . They Were Gone.

I Am A Wizard, Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick.

I Speak Now, Harry Potter, Directly To You. You Have Permitted Your Friends To Die For You Rather Than Face Me Yourself. I Shall Wait For One Hour In The Forbidden Forest. If, At The End Of That Hour, You Have Not Come To Me, Have Not Given Yourself Up, Then Battle Recommences. This Time, I Shall Enter The Fray Myself, Harry Potter, And I Shall Find You, And I Shall Punish Every Last Man, Woman, And Child Who Has Tried To Conceal You From Me. One Hour.

I Mean, Is 'fat' Really The Worst Thing A Human Being Can Be? Is 'fat' Worse Than 'vindictive', 'jealous', 'shallow', 'vain', 'boring' Or 'cruel'? Not To Me I'd Rather [my Daughters] Were Independent, Interesting, Idealistic, Kind, Opinionated, Original, Funny - A Thousand Things, Before 'thin'. Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.

Why Are They All Staring?" Demanded Albus As He And Rose Craned Around To Look At The Other Students. "don’t Let It Worry You," Said Ron. "it’s Me. I’m Extremely Famous.