You Can't Give A Dementor The Old

When Filch Wasn't Guarding The Scene Of The Crime, He Was Skulking Red-eyed Through The Corridors, Lunging Out At Unsuspecting Students And Trying To Put Them In Detention For Things Like "breathing Loudly" And "looking Happy.

There Is No Part Of Me That Feels That I Represented Myself As Your Children’s Babysitter Or Their Teacher. I Was Always, I Think, Completely Honest. I’m A Writer, And I Will Write What I Want To Write.

Part Of What Makes A Language 'alive' Is Its Constant Evolution. I Would Hate To Think Britain Would Ever Emulate France, Where They Actually Have A Learned Faculty Whose Job It Is To Attempt To Prevent The Incursion Of Foreign Words Into The Language. I Love Editing Harry With Arthur Levine, My American Editor-the Differences Between 'british English' (of Which There Must Be At Least 200 Versions) And 'american English' (ditto!) Are A Source Of Constant Interest And Amusement To Me.

Why Was She Always So Craven, So Apologetic? He Had Always Seen Ruth As Separate, Good And Untainted. As A Child, His Parents Had Appeared To Him As Starkly Black And White, The One Bad And Frightening, The Other Good And Kind. Yet As He Had Grown Older, He Kept Coming Up Hard In His Mind Against Ruth's Willing Blindness, To Her Constant Apologia For His Father, To The Unshakeable Allegiance To Her False Idol.

Dumbledore's Man Through And Through, Aren't You Potter?" "yeah I Am," Said Harry. "glad We Straightened That Out.