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Every Writer Must Have A Chip Of Ice In His Heart.

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.

Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry Through His Half-moon Glasses. 'it Is Time,’ He Said, ‘for Me To Tell You What I Should Have Told You Five Years Ago, Harry. Please Sit Down. I Am Going To Tell You Everything.

Gotta Bone Ter Pick With Yeh. I've Heard You've Bin Givin' Out Signed Photos. How Come I Haven't Got One?

Andrew Hated To See Her Humiliated And Pathetic Like This; But He Half Hated Her Too For Landing Herself In It, When Any Idiot Could Have Seen.