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Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

Fools Who Wear Their Hearts Proudly On Their Sleeves, Who Cannot Control Their Emotions, Who Wallow In Sad Memories And Allow Themselves To Be Provoked This Easily - Weak People, In Other Words.

I Would Be A Liar If I Said I Don't Care [about My Appearance]; Yes, I Care. I Found It Very Difficult, When I First Became Well Known, To Read Criticism About How I Look, How Messy My Hair Was, And How Generally Unkempt I Look. The Nastiest Thing Ever Written Was Written By A Man, And I Do Remember That. I Wasn't Looking For It Either, It Was Just Simply In The Newspaper I Was Reading.

Harry Witnessed Professor Mcgonagall Walking Right Past Peeves Who Was Determinedly Loosening A Crystal Chandelier And Could Have Sworn He Heard Her Tell The Poltergeist Out Of The Corner Of Her Mouth 'it Unscrews The Other Way.

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.