The Happiest Man On Earth Would Be

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.

Holey? You Have The The Whole World Of Ear-related Humor Before You, You Go For Holey?

I Don't Mean To Be Rude—" He Began, In A Tone That Threatened Rudeness In Every Syllable. "yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often," Dumbledore Finished The Sentence Gravely.

If You Love Something - And There Are Things That I Love - You Do Want More And More And More Of It, But That's Not The Way To Produce Good Work.

Years Ago Someone Wrote [about Me]: 'she Characterizes Molly Weasley As A Mother Who Is Only At Home Looking After The Children.' I Was Deeply Offended, Because I Until A Year Before That Had Also Been Such A Mother Who Was At Home All The Time Taking Care Of Her Child [...] What Has Lesser Status And Is More Difficult Than Raising A Child? And What Is More Important?