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Howard Was Almost As Fond Of This Hall As He Was Of His Own Shop. The Brownies Used It On Tuesdays, And The Women's Institute On Wednesdays. It Had Hosted Jumble Sales And Jubilee Celebrations, Wedding Receptions And Wakes, And It Smelled Of All Of These Things: Of Stale Clothes And Coffee Urns, And The Ghosts Of Home-baked Cakes And Meat Salads; Of Dust And Human Bodies; But Primarily Of Aged Wood And Stone.

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Howard Was Almost As Fond Of This Hall As He Was Of His Own Shop. The Brownies Used It On Tuesdays, And The Women's Institute On Wednesdays. It Had Hosted Jumble Sales And Jubilee Celebrations, Wedding Receptions And Wakes, And It Smelled Of All Of These Things: Of Stale Clothes And Coffee Urns, And The Ghosts Of Home-baked Cakes And Meat Salads; Of Dust And Human Bodies; But Primarily Of Aged Wood And Stone.

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I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.

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.

Jane Austen Is The Pinnacle To Which All Other Authors Aspire.

Hand Over The Prophecy And No One Need Get Hurt," Said Malfoy Coolly. It Was Harry's Turn To Laugh. "yeah, Right!" He Said. "i Will Give You This - Prophecy, Is It? And You'll Just Let Us Skip Off Home, Will You?

Part Of What Makes A Language 'alive' Is Its Constant Evolution. I Would Hate To Think Britain Would Ever Emulate France, Where They Actually Have A Learned Faculty Whose Job It Is To Attempt To Prevent The Incursion Of Foreign Words Into The Language. I Love Editing Harry With Arthur Levine, My American Editor-the Differences Between 'british English' (of Which There Must Be At Least 200 Versions) And 'american English' (ditto!) Are A Source Of Constant Interest And Amusement To Me.

Strange How Short-sighted Being Invisible Can Make You.

A Bag Of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "you Want To Be Careful With Those," Ron Warned Harry. "when They Say Every Flavor, They Mean Every Flavor - You Know, You Get All The Ordinary Ones Like Chocolate And Peppermint And Marmalade, But Then You Can Get Spinach And Liver And Tripe. George Reckons He Had A Booger-flavored One Once." Ron Picked Up A Green Bean, Looked At It Carefully, And Bit Into A Corner. "bleaaargh - See? Sprouts.

Silence Fell Between The Four Of Them As They Looked Up At The Sky. There Was No Sign Of Movement, The Stars Stared Back, Unblinking, Indifferent, Unobscured By Flying Friends. Where Was Ron? Where Were Fred And Mr Weasley? Where Were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus?

No, I'm Fine,' Said Harry, Wondering Why He Kept Telling People This, And Wondering Whether He Had Ever Been Less Fine.

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.

Once, Long Ago, Parminder Had Told Barry The Story Of Bhai Kanhaiya, The Sikh Hero Who Had Administered To The Needs Of Those Wounded In Combat, Whether Friend Or Fo. When Asked Why He Gave Aid Indiscriminately, Bahai Kanhaiya Had Replied That The Light Of God Shone From Every Soul, And That He Had Been Unable To Distinguish Between Them.

Age Is Foolish And Forgetful When It Underestimates Youth.

Fawkes Is A Phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes Burst Into Flame When It Is Time For Them To Die And Are Reborn From The Ashes.

Did You See Me Disarm Hermione, Harry?" "only Once" Said Hermione Stung. "i Got You Loads More Then You Got Me—" "i Did Not Only Get You Once, I Got You At Least Three Times—" "well If You're Counting The One Where You Tripped Over Your Own Feet And Knocked The Wand Out Of My Hand—

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.

Never," Said Hagrid Irritably, "try An' Get A Straight Answer Out Of A Centaur. Ruddy Stargazers. Not Interested In Anythin' Closer'n The Moon.

Odd Words Floated Back To Them Over The Hundreds Of Heads. "nobility Of Spirit"..."intellectual Contribution"..."greatness Of Heart"...it Did Not Mean Very Much. It Had Little To Do With Dumbledore As Harry Had Known Him. He Suddenly Remembered Dumbledore's Idea Of A Few Words, "nitwit," "oddment," "blubber," And "tweak," And Again Had To Suppress A Grin.

I Can Teach You How To Bottle Fame, Brew Glory, Even Put A Stopper On Death.

The Truth Is Always Easier Than A Lie Or An Evasion - Easier To Deal With And Easier To Live With.

And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

I'm Going To Keep Going Until I Succeed — Or Die. Don't Think I Don't Know How This Might End. I've Known It For Years.

You Must Accept The Reality Of Other People. You Think That Reality Is Up For Negotiation, That We Think It's Whatever You Say It Is. You Must Accept That We Are As Real As You Are; You Must Accept That You Are Not God.

Instead (harry) Contented Himself With Scrawling A Note To Ron: Let's Do It Tonight.

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

To Hurt Is As Human As To Breathe.

Time Is Making Fools Of Us Again.

Yeah You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "good-bye.

Well, Think Back," Said Harry. "have You Ever Let It Slip That You'd Like To Go Out In Public With The Words 'my Sweetheart' Round Your Neck?

Wit Beyond Measure Is A Man's Greatest Treasure.

Greatest Treasure

It's Going To Be Really Emotional To Say Goodbye. I'm Going To Find It Very Difficult. But It Must Be Done, It Must Be Done.

In Magic, Man Has To Rely On Himself. So, In Religion, Of Course, You're Looking For Outside Support But That's The Appeal Of Magic.

Ron," Said Hermione In A Dignified Voice, "you Are The Most Insensitive Wart I Have Ever Had The Misfortune To Meet.

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