You Fail By Default When You Live

Look . . . At . . . Me. . . .

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

You Could Tie My Hands To My Sides, I Suppose, But I Have To Write. For My Own Mental Health, I Need To Write.

Bigotry Is Probably The Thing I Detest Most.

Oh, Don’t Lie, Harry,” She Said Impatiently. “ron And Ginny Say You’ve Been Hiding From Everyone Since You Got Back From St. Mungo’s.” “they Do, Do They?” Said Harry, Glaring At Ron And Ginny. Ron Looked Down At His Feet But Ginny Seemed Quite Unabashed. “well, You Have!” She Said. “and You Won’t Look At Any Of Us!” “it’s You Lot Who Won’t Look At Me!” Said Harry Angrily. “maybe You’re Taking It In Turns To Look And Keep Missing Each Other,” Suggested Hermione, The Corners Of Her Mouth Twitching.