Clever As I Am, I Remain Just

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.

Dobby Is A Free Elf, And Dobby Has Come To Save Harry Potter And His Friends!

You'd Better Hurry Up, They'll Be Waiting For 'the Chosen Captain' — 'the Boy Who Scored'— Whatever They Call You These Days.

I Don't Think About Who The Audience Is For My Books.

I Take My Hat Off To You — Or I Would, If I Were Not Afraid Of Showering You In Spiders.