These Girls... They're Going To Kill Me,

I'm Interested In That Drive, That Rush To Judgment, That Is So Prevalent In Our Society.we All Know That Pleasurable Rush That Comes From Condemning, And In The Short Term It's Quite A Satisfying Thing To Do, Isn't It?

Her Round, Mascara-streaked Face Looked Back At Him Out Of The Rear Window. He Forced A Grin And A Wave Before Lighting Another Cigarette, And Reflecting That Lucy's Idea Of Sympathty Compared Unfavourably With Some Of The Interrogation Techniques They Had Used At Guantanamo.

Oh, For Heaven’s Sake, Sirius, Dumbledore Said No!” A Bearlike Black Dog Had Appeared At Harry’s Side As Harry Clambered Over The Various Trunks Cluttering The Hall To Get To Mrs. Weasley. “oh Honestly,” Said Mrs. Weasley Despairingly. “well, On Your Own Head Be It!” The Great Black Dog Gave A Joyful Bark And Gamboled Around Them, Snapping At Pigeons, And Chasing Its Own Tail. Harry Couldn’t Help Laughing. Sirius Had Been Trapped Inside For A Very Long Time.

Deliberately Causing Mayhem In Snape's Potions Class Was About As Safe As Poking A Sleeping Dragon In The Eye.

Nothing More Or Less Than The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire Of Our Hearts.