Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?

There appears to be something to do with vehicles and movement that stimulates my writing.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.

Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid. "You don't think anything that Skeeter cow - sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore. "I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.

I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.

There. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a scar! That's what you want, isn't it?