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Killed?" Said Hagrid Loudly, Staring Down At Harry. "snape Killed? What're Yeh On Abou', Harry?" "dumbledore," Said Harry. "snape Killed... Dumbledore.

Merlin's Pants!" Shrieked Hermione, Jumping Up And Running From The Room. "merlin's Pants?" Repeated Ron, Looking Amused. "she Must Be Really Upset.

Where Are You Heading, If You’ve Got The Choice?” James Lifted An Invisible Sword. “‘gryffindor, Where Dwell The Brave At Heart!’ Like My Dad.” Snape Made A Small, Disparaging Noise. James Turned On Him. “got A Problem With That?” “no,” Said Snape, Though His Slight Sneer Said Otherwise. “if You’d Rather Be Brawny Than Brainy —” “where’re You Hoping To Go, Seeing As You’re Neither?” Interjected Sirius.

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days, I.e., Do Not Cave In To Endless Requests To Have "essential" And "long Overdue" Meetings On Those Days.

Everythin' Seems Ter Happen Ter You, Doesn' It?