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I Love You, Hermione,” Said Ron, Sinking Back, Rubbing His Eyes Wearily. Hermione Turned Faintly Pink, But Merely Said, “don’t Let Lavender Hear You Saying That.” “i Won’t,” Said Ron Into His Hands. “or Maybe I Will . . . Then She’ll Ditch Me . . .

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days....althoug H Writing Has Been My Actual Job For Several Years Now, I Still Seem To Have To Fight For Time In Which To Do It.

If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would Be Depressed.

The Consequences Of Our Actions Are Always So Complicated, So Diverse, That Predicting The Future Is A Very Difficult Business Indeed.

Call Him Voldemort, Harry. Always Use The Proper Name For Things. Fear Of A Name Increases Fear Of The Thing Itself.