The Owls Are Gathering; Find Out Why

Depression Isn't Just Being A Bit Sad. It's Feeling Nothing. It's Not Wanting To Be Alive Anymore.

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good.

I Had An American Journalist Say To Me, "is It True You Wrote The Whole Of The First Novel On Napkins?" I Was Tempted To Say, "on Teabags, I Used To Save Them.

Who Was This Women?' Asked Harry. 'i Dunno, Some Ministry Hag.' Mundungus Considered For A Moment, Brow Wrinkled. 'little Women. Bow On Top Of Er' Head.' He Frowned And Then Added, 'looked Like A Toad.' Harry Dropped His Wand. Harry Looked Up And Saw His Own Shock Reflected In Ron And Hermione's Faces. The Scars On The Back Of Right Hand Seemed To Be Tingling Again.

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.