Ah, Music. A Magic Beyond All We

I Believe Your Friends Misters Fred And George Weasley Were Responsible For Trying To Send You A Toilet Seat. No Doubt They Thought It Would Amuse You.

"oh, Of Course," Said Ron, Clapping A Hand To His Forehead. "i Forgot We'll Be Hunting Down Voldemort In A Mobile Library."

I Find That Discussing An Idea Out Loud Is Often The Way To Kill It Stone Dead.

And Sure Enough, In Seeking To Become Superhuman This Foolhardy Young Man Renders Himself Inhuman. The Heart That He Has Locked Away Slowly Shrivels And Grows Hair, Symbolising His Own Descent To Beasthood.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.