When you were straight, evil thoughts and memories came pouring up out of the darkness inside you; buzzing black flies clinging to the insides of your skull.
J. K. RowlingHow awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.
J. K. RowlingProfessor Flitwick had dried himself off and set Seamus lines ("I am a wizard not a baboon brandishing a stick")
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