The Trouble Is, The Other Side Can

Harry: "and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” Ron: “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose.

A Good First Impression Can Work Wonders

We Can't Choose Our Fate, But We Can Choose Others. Be Careful In Knowing That.

I Just Wondered Where You —” Ron Broke Off, Shrugging. “nothing. I’m Going Back To Bed.” “just Thought You’d Come Nosing Around, Did You?” Harry Shouted. He Knew That Ron Had No Idea What He’d Walked In On, Knew He Hadn’t Done It On Purpose, But He Didn’t Care — At This Moment He Hated Everything About Ron, Right Down To The Several Inches Of Bare Ankle Showing Beneath His Pajama Trousers.

No, There's No University For Wizards. At The Moment I'm Only Planning To Write Seven Harry Potter Books. I Won't Say "never," But I Have No Plans To Write An Eighth Book.