You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort

You Know, I Don’t Get Why Fred And George Only Got Three O.w.l.s Each,” Said Harry, Watching As Fred, George, And Lee Collected Gold From The Eager Crowd. “they Really Know Their Stuff. . . .” “oh, They Only Know Flashy Stuff That’s No Real Use To Anyone,” Said Hermione Disparagingly. “no Real Use?” Said Ron In A Strained Voice. “hermione, They’ve Got About Twenty-six Galleons Already. . . .

What Are We Doing Here? Has Something Gone Wrong?” “oh No, Ron,” Came Fred’s Voice, Very Sarcastically. “no, This Is Exactly Where We Wanted To End Up.

But I Got This Far, Didn’t I?” He Said Slowly. “they Thought I’d Die In The Attempt, But I’m Here . . . And You’re In My Power. . . . I’m The One With The Wand. . . . You’re At My Mercy. . .

But Colin's Only Understanding Of Love Was Of Limitless Loyalty, Boundless Tolerance.

I Mean, Is 'fat' Really The Worst Thing A Human Being Can Be? Is 'fat' Worse Than 'vindictive', 'jealous', 'shallow', 'vain', 'boring' Or 'cruel'? Not To Me I'd Rather [my Daughters] Were Independent, Interesting, Idealistic, Kind, Opinionated, Original, Funny - A Thousand Things, Before 'thin'. Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.