Nothing Like A Nighttime Stroll To Give

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Time Will Not Slow Down When Something Unpleasant Lies Ahead.

Never Trust Anything That Can Think For Itself If You Can't See Where It Keeps Its Brain.

The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

I Haven’t Got The Heart To Take The Mickey Out Of Him, Even,” Said Fred, Looking Over At Ron’s Crumpled Figure. “mind You . . . When He Missed The Fourteenth . . .” He Made Wild Motions With His Arms As Though Doing An Upright Doggy-paddle. “well, I’ll Save It For Parties, Eh?