I Like The Distinction. It Enables Me

I Can Write Anywhere. I Made Up The Names Of The Characters On A Sick Bag While I Was On An Airplane. I Told This To A Group Of Kids And A Boy Said, "ah, No, That's Disgusting." And I Said, "well, I Hadn't Used The Sick Bag."

Young People Are So Infernally Convinced That They Are Absolutely Right About Everything.

Only One Thing Mattered: This Was Not A Horcrux. Dumbledore Had Weakened Himself By Drinking That Horrible Potion For Nothing. Harry Crumpled The Parchment In His Hand And His Eyes Burned With Tears As Behind Him Fang Began To Howl.

It Seemed To Take Sirius An Age To Fall: His Body Curved In A Graceful Arc As He Sank Backwards Through The Ragged Veil Hanging From The Arch.

I Think They Ought To Know. You Do Them A Disservice By Not Confiding Something This Important To Them.” “i Didn’t Want —” “— To Worry Or Frighten Them?” Said Dumbledore, Surveying Harry Over The Top Of His Half-moon Spectacles. “or Perhaps, To Confess That You Yourself Are Worried And Frightened? You Need Your Friends, Harry. As You So Rightly Said, Sirius Would Not Have Wanted You To Shut Yourself Away.