He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.

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?

In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.

That's chess!" snapped Ron. "You've got to make some sacrifices!

But I got this far, didn’t I?” he said slowly. “They thought I’d die in the attempt, but I’m here . . . and you’re in my power. . . . I’m the one with the wand. . . . you’re at my mercy. . .

Sometimes you have to stop trying to force it, walk away and let your subconscious show you the way. Fill up on life for a while.

Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.