I'm A Writer, And I Will Write

I Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

The First Story I Finished Was When I Was Six Years Old.

Maybe He Murdered Myrtle; That Would’ve Done Everyone A Favor. . . .

It Is A Strange Thing, But When You Are Dreading Something, And Would Give Anything To Slow Down Time, It Has A Disobliging Habit Of Speeding Up.

Tell Me, How Is Lucius Malfoy These Days? I Expect He's Delighted His Lapdog's Working At Hogwarts, Isn't He?" "speaking Of Dogs," Said Snape Softly, "did You Know That Lucius Malfoy Recognized You Last Time You Risked A Little Jaunt Outside? Clever Idea, Black, Getting Yourself Seen On A Safe Station Platform. Gave You A Cast-iron Excuse Not To Leave Your Hidey-hole In Future, Didn't It?