Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.
Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?
Look . . . at . . . me. . . .
When in doubt, go to the library.
We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.
This group had a kind of dark glamour within the castle. They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty.