At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.

What's that supposed to be anyway?" said Fred squinting at Dobby's painting. "Looks like a Gibbon with two black eyes!" "It's Harry," said George pointing at the back of the picture. "Says so on the back." "Good likeness," said Fred grinning. Harry threw his new homework diary at him.

Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you Potter?" "Yeah I am," said Harry. "Glad we straightened that out.

Every writer prefers good reviews over bad ones, and every writer wants to have lots of readers. But if it doesn't happen, that's fine too. Perhaps I won't throw a party then; I'll simply go home and keep writing.

I think that emotionally, I've probably felt a little bit more balanced when I started writing again.

I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said out loud. "That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror sleepily.

What's the worst that could happen? Everyone turned me down; big deal.