She's As Nutty As Squirrel Poo.

Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

Of Course We Still Want To Know You!" Harry Said, Staring At Hagrid. "you Don't Think Anything That Skeeter Cow - Sorry, Professor," He Added Quickly, Looking At Dumbledore. "i Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry," Said Dumbledore, Twiddling His Thumbs And Staring At The Ceiling.

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.

Excuse Me, Are You The Imprint Of A Departed Soul?

I'm Not So Naive That I Didn't Know Or Didn't Suspect That, At Some Point, Someone Was Going To Say "you're Writing About The Occult." My Wizarding World Is A World Of Imagination. I Think It Is A Moral World.