You Lose Your Individuality A Huge Amount

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

If Anyone Wanted Ter Find Out Some Stuff, All They’d Have Ter Do Would Be Ter Follow The Spiders. That’d Lead ‘em Right! That’s All I’m Sayin’.

Three Turns Should Do It.

I Imagine Them Very Clearly And Then Attempt To Describe What I Can See. Sometimes I Draw Them For My Own Amusement! (talking About Her Characters And Scenes)

Ron's Indignation On His Behalf Was Worth About A Hundred Points To Him.