Well, You're Expelling Us Aren't You?" Said

My Daughter Jessica Said To Me Recently, Who Wasn't Sorted Into Hufflepuff, 'i Think We Should All Want To Be Hufflepuffs.' I Can Only Say To You, I Would Not Be Disappointed At All To Be In Hufflepuff. I'm A Little Upset Anyone Does Feel That Way.

I Feel I Owe You Another Explanation Harry," Said Dumbledore Hesitantly. "you May, Perhaps, Wondered Why I Never Chose You As A Prefect? I Must Confess...that I Rather Thought...you Had Enough Responsibility To Be Going On With." Harry Looked Up At Him And Saw A Tear Trickling Down Dumbledore's Face Into His Long Silver Beard.

We Let Off A Dungbomb In The Corridor And It Upset Him For Some Reason—" "so He Hauled Us Off To His Office And Started Threatening Us With The Usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

You Will Never Truly Know Yourself Or The Strength Of Your Relationships Until Both Have Been Tested By Adversity.

You Have To Resign Yourself To The Fact That You Waste A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything You Really Like, And That's Just The Way It Is. It's Like Learning An Instrument, You've Got To Be Prepared For Hitting Wrong Notes Occasionally, Or Quite A Lot, Cause I Wrote An Awful Lot Before I Wrote Anything I Was Really Happy With. And Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.