Can't all beasts be tamed?

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

He will apologize, or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.

[Harry] had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.

Then marry me. For I love you, and I do not believe there is anything so wrong with you. You are fair in my eyes and you lie fair on my heart.

He laughed, tried to make it into a cough, inhaled at exactly the wrong moment, and then really did cough.

What you describe is how it happens to everyone: magic does slide through you, and disappear, and come back later looking like something else. And I'm sorry to tell you this, but where your magic lives will always be a great dark space with scraps you fumble for. You must learn to sniff them out in the dark.