The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived.
J. K. RowlingAmazing, how much more difficult it was to extend his arm twelve inches and touch her hand than it was to snatch a speeding Snitch from midair.
J. K. RowlingProngs rode again last night... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.
J. K. Rowling