I Sometimes Have A Tendency To Walk

Wild!" Ron Said, Twiddling The Replay Knob On The Side. "i Can Make That Old Bloke Down There Pick His Nose Again... And Again... And Again...

I've Laid My Friends Bare.

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.

What's That?" He Snarled, Staring At The Envelope Harry Was Still Clutching In His Hand. "if It's Another Form For Me To Sign, You've Got Another -" "it's Not," Said Harry Cheerfully. "it's A Letter From My Godfather." "godfather?" Sputtered Uncle Vernon. "you Haven't Got A Godfather!" "yes, I Have," Said Harry Brightly. "he Was My Mum And Dad's Best Friend. He's A Convicted Murderer, But He's Broken Out Of Wizard Prison And He's On The Run. He Likes To Keep In Touch With Me, Though...keep Up With My News...check If I'm Happy.

I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.