What are you up to?” “Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,” he replied. “That so reminds me of Harry Potter,” Brit said, sighing. “I need a re-read.” We all turned to her. Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blonde hair back. “What? I’m not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.

The Hamilton family was a bunch of hugging folks

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch - a fantasy one.

It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.

Thank you.” His lips curved up on one side. “For what?” “For waiting for me.

If I fall and break my neck, will you say something nice at my funeral?" "Like 'Kyler was usually more graceful?