Whatever Happens To Your Body, Your Soul

I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!

Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

Whoops - My Wand Is A Little Over Excited!

"well, We Were Always Going To Fail That One," Said Ron Gloomily As They Ascended The Marble Staircase. He Had Just Made Harry Feel Rather Better By Telling Him How He Told The Examiner In Detail About The Ugly Man With A Wart On His Nose In The Crystal Ball, Only To Look Up And Realize He Had Been Describing The Examiner's Reflection.

Personally, I'd Have Welcomed A Dementor Attack. A Deadly Struggle For My Soul Would Have Broken The Monotony Nicely.