I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.
J. K. RowlingHoward was almost as fond of this hall as he was of his own shop. The Brownies used it on Tuesdays, and the Women's Institute on Wednesdays. It had hosted jumble sales and Jubilee celebrations, wedding receptions and wakes, and it smelled of all of these things: of stale clothes and coffee urns, and the ghosts of home-baked cakes and meat salads; of dust and human bodies; but primarily of aged wood and stone.
J. K. RowlingCourse Dumbledore trusts you,โ growled Moody. โHeโs a trusting man, isnโt he? Believes in second chances. But me โ I say there are spots that donโt come off, Snape. Spots that never come off, dโyou know what I mean?
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