Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For

He Gave Everything To Everybody. Except To Me.

Everything Had Shattered. The Fact That It Was All Still There — The Walls And The Chairs And The Children’s Pictures On The Walls — Meant Nothing. Every Atom Of It Had Been Blasted Apart And Reconstituted In An Instant, And Its Appearance Of Permanence And Solidity Was Laughable; It Would Dissolve At A Touch, For Everything Was Suddenly Tissue-thin And Friable.

Luck Can Only Get You So Far.

I Will If You Go Out With Me, Evans

Why Do They Have To Move In Packs?" Harry Asked Ron As A Dozen Or So Girls Walked Past Them, Sniggering And Staring At Harry. "how're You Supposed To Get One On Their Own To Ask Them?" "lasso One?" Ron Suggested.