This Is Night, Diddykins. That's What We

Professor Flitwick Had Dried Himself Off And Set Seamus Lines ("i Am A Wizard Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick")

Dobby Has No Master. Dobby Is A Free Elf!

It’s Your One Last Chance,” Said Harry, “it’s All You’ve Got Left. . . .i’ve Seen What You’ll Be Otherwise. . . . Be A Man . . . Try . . . Try For Some Remorse. . . .

Overload 'em With Information An' They'll Kill Yeh Jus' To Simplify Things.

Every Writer Prefers Good Reviews Over Bad Ones, And Every Writer Wants To Have Lots Of Readers. But If It Doesn't Happen, That's Fine Too. Perhaps I Won't Throw A Party Then; I'll Simply Go Home And Keep Writing.