Don't Count Your Owls Before They Are

Hagrid. You Live In A Wooden House!

It Was So Good To Be Held. If Only Their Relationship Could Be Distilled Into Simple, Wordless Gestures Of Comfort. Why Had Humans Ever Learned To Talk?

And So Rock Bottom Became The Solid Foundation On Which I Rebuilt My Life.

I'm Serious, Harry, Don't Go." But Harry Only Had One Thought In His Head, Which Was To Get Back In Front Of The Mirror, And Ron Wasn't Going To Stop Him. That Third Night He Found His Way More Quickly Than Before. He Was Walking So Fast He Knew He Was Making More Noise Than Was Wise, But He Didn't Meet Anyone. And There Were His Mother And Father Smiling At Him Again, And One Of His Grandfathers Nodding Happily. Harry Sank Down To Sit On The Floor In Front Of The Mirror. There Was Nothing To Stop Him From Staying Here All Night With His Family. Nothing At All.

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