He might have been encased in a thick glass bubble, so separate did he feel from his three dining companions. It was a sensation with which he was only too familiar, that of walking in a giant sphere of worry, enclosed by it, watching his own terrors roll by, obscuring the outside world.
J. K. RowlingMagic has universal appeal. I don't believe in magic in the way that I describe in my books, but I'd love it to be real.
J. K. Rowling