Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.

Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.

Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet.

I don't think there's any harm at all in allowing a kid to fantasize. In fact, I think to stop people from fantasizing is a very destructive thing indeed.

For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry...although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.

Madam Pince, our librarian, tells me that it is 'pawed about, dribbled on, and generally maltreated' nearly everyday - a high compliment for any book.

We did it, we bashed them wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!