But Snape always seemed to hate me so much.
Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.
But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?
Love wins. It does win. We know it wins.
I'm opposed to fundamentalism in any form.
Parvati positively beamed. Harry could tell that she was feeling guilty for having laughed at Hermione in Transfiguration. He looked around and saw that Hermione was beaming back, if possible even more brightly. Girls were very strange sometimes.