Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

There Aren't That Many People Who Have Written Seven-book Series, Taken Them 17 Years. Actually Finishing Was (the) Most Remarkable Feeling I've Ever Had. (i) Couldn't Tell You Which Was Uppermost - Euphoria Or Feeling Devastated.

It Seemed Impossible That There Could Be People In The World Who Still Desired Food, Who Laughed, Who Neither Knew Nor Cared That Sirius Black Was Gone Forever.

I Think I'll Just Go Down And Have Some Pudding And Wait For It All To Turn Up - It Always Does In The End.

Once Again You've Put Your Keen And Penetrating Mind To The Task And As Usual Come To The Wrong Conclusion!

Being Fed, And Having A Soft Bed, And Other People Being In Charge, Seemed The Most Wonderful Prospect In The World At That Moment.