If she could have died...if she could have disappeared forever...but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite's body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live.

Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

I always have a basic plot outline, but I like to leave some things to be decided while I write.

You will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me.

I'm a what?" gasped Harry. "A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, "an' a thumpin' good'un I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be?

there is plenty to be learned even from a bad teacher: what not to do, how not to be

You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.