I Don't Need A Cloak

As The Sun Fell Below The Horizon, Sir Luckless Emerged From The Waters With The Glory Of His Triumph Upon Him, And Flung Himself In His Rusted Armor At The Feet Of Amata, Who Was The Kindest And Most Beautiful Woman He Had Ever Beheld. Flushed With Success, He Begged For Her Hand And Her Heart, And Amata, No Less Delighted, Realized That She Had Found A Man Worthy Of Them.

And It’s Johnson, Johnson With The Quaffle, What A Player That Girl Is, I’ve Been Saying It For Years But She Still Won’t Go Out With Me —” “jordan!” Yelled Professor Mcgonagall. “just A Fun Fact, Professor, Adds A Bit Of Interest —

What Would Your Head Have Been Doing In Hogsmeade, Potter?" Said Snape Softly. "your Head Is Not Allowed In Hogsmeade. No Part Of Your Body Has Permission To Be In Hogsmeade.

Daddy's Gone Mad, Hasn't He?

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