I Didn't Write With A Target Audience

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.

I Would Never Recommend My Novel As A Parenting Guide. But We Happen To Live At A Very Hectic And Hurried Time, And I Believe That Many Parents Are Too Wrapped Up In Themselves.

So,” Sneered Fudge, Recovering Himself, “you Intend To Take On Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, And Myself Single-handed, Do You, Dumbledore?” “merlin’s Beard, No,” Said Dumbledore, Smiling. “not Unless You Are Foolish Enough To Force Me To.” “he Will Not Be Single-handed!” Said Professor Mcgonagall Loudly, Plunging Her Hand Inside Her Robes. “oh Yes He Will, Minerva!” Said Dumbledore Sharply. “hogwarts Needs You!

Books Are Like Mirrors: If A Fool Looks In, You Cannot Expect A Genius To Look Out.

Mistletoe," Said Luna Dreamily, Pointing At A Large Clump Of White Berries Placed Almost Over Harry's Head. He Jumped Out From Under It. "good Thinking," Said Luna Seriously. "it's Often Infested With Nargles.