The thing about the 600 words, I mean some day, you can do a very, very, very hard day's work and not write a word, just revising, or you would scribble a few words.

I'm not putting them on,” said old Archie in indignation. “I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks.

As for the fact that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle apeared to be going their different ways when they were usually inseparable, these things happened as people got older--Ron and Hermione, Harry reflected sadly, were living proof.

Like a tongue on frozen steel, like flesh in flame —

Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

I can't give a Professor love!