The Poor Things Keep Calling In Those

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.

Anyone Can Speak Troll. All You Have To Do Is Point And Grunt.

We Let Off A Dungbomb In The Corridor And It Upset Him For Some Reason—" "so He Hauled Us Off To His Office And Started Threatening Us With The Usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

I Am A Wizard, Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick.

Okay, Men,” He Said. “and Women,” Said Chaser Angelina Johnson. “and Women,” Wood Agreed. “this Is It.” “the Big One,” Said Fred Weasley. “the One We’ve All Been Waiting For,” Said George. “we Know Oliver’s Speech By Heart,” Fred Told Harry, “we Were On The Team Last Year.” “shut Up, You Two,” Said Wood. “this Is The Best Team Gryffindor’s Had In Years. We’re Going To Win. I Know It.” He Glared At Them All As If To Say, “or Else.” “right. It’s Time. Good Luck, All Of You.