The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

Professor Snape Was Forcing Them To Research Antidotes. They Took This One Seriously, As He Had Hinted That He Might Be Poisoning One Of Them Before Christmas To See If Their Antidote Worked.

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.

I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write Anymore. It's A Compulsion With Me. I Love Writing.

Look, Why Don't You Go Talk To Ron About All This?" Harry Asked. "well, I Would, But He's Always Asleep When I Go And See Him!" Said Lavender Fretfully. "is He?" Said Harry, Surprised, For He Had Found Ron Perfectly Alert Every Time He Had Been Up To The Hospital Wing.

I'm A Very Distracted Person.