All's fair in love and war," said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both.
One can never have enough socks
I always felt an outsider.
I will be sharing additional information I've been hoarding for years about the world of Harry Potter
I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.
He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.