Sukhvinder Wished That She Could Be More

And The Idea Of Just Wandering Off To A Cafe With A Notebook And Writing And Seeing Where That Takes Me For Awhile Is Just Bliss.

Amazing, How Much More Difficult It Was To Extend His Arm Twelve Inches And Touch Her Hand Than It Was To Snatch A Speeding Snitch From Midair.

I Would Assume That You Were Going To Offer Me Refreshment, But The Evidence So Far Suggests That That Would Be Optimistic To The Point Of Foolishness.

Hermione Was Screaming Again: The Sound Went Through Harry Like Physical Pain.

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.