Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

A Good First Impression Can Work Wonders

He Felt His Heart Pounding Fiercely In His Chest. How Strange That In His Dread Of Death, It Pumped All The Harder, Valiantly Keeping Him Alive. But It Would Have To Stop, And Soon. Its Beats Were Numbered. How Many Would There Be Time For, As He Rose And Walked Through The Castle For The Last Time, Out Into The Grounds And Into The Forest?

I'm A What?" Gasped Harry. "a Wizard, O' Course," Said Hagrid, Sitting Back Down On The Sofa, Which Groaned And Sank Even Lower, "an' A Thumpin' Good'un I'd Say, Once Yeh've Been Trained Up A Bit. With A Mum An' Dad Like Yours, What Else Would Yeh Be?

We've All Got Both Light And Dark Inside Us. What Matters Is The Part We Choose To Act On. That's Who We Really Are.

The Sky Was A Cold Iron-grey, Like The Underside Of A Shield. A Sharp Breeze Lifted The Hems Of Skirts And Rattled The Leaves On The Immature Trees; A Spiteful, Chill Wind That Sought Out Your Weakest Places, The Nape Of Your Neck And Your Knees, And Which Denied You The Comfort Of Dreaming, Of Retreating A Little From Reality.