Sometimes Ideas Just Come To Me. Other

What’s Comin’ Will Come, An’ We’ll Meet It When It Does.

There Appears To Be Something To Do With Vehicles And Movement That Stimulates My Writing.

We Must Try Not To Sink Beneath Our Anguish, Harry, But Battle On.

A Bag Of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "you Want To Be Careful With Those," Ron Warned Harry. "when They Say Every Flavor, They Mean Every Flavor - You Know, You Get All The Ordinary Ones Like Chocolate And Peppermint And Marmalade, But Then You Can Get Spinach And Liver And Tripe. George Reckons He Had A Booger-flavored One Once." Ron Picked Up A Green Bean, Looked At It Carefully, And Bit Into A Corner. "bleaaargh - See? Sprouts.

And It’s Johnson, Johnson With The Quaffle, What A Player That Girl Is, I’ve Been Saying It For Years But She Still Won’t Go Out With Me —” “jordan!” Yelled Professor Mcgonagall. “just A Fun Fact, Professor, Adds A Bit Of Interest —