Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves.
Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places.
Strange how short-sighted being invisible can make you.
Er-my-nee," Ron croaked unexpectedly from between them.
I forgot Dumbledore trashed Hogwarts, refused to resign and ran off to the forest to make speeches to angry trolls.