It Was A Shame, But

Now, You Two – This Year, You Behave Yourselves. If I Get One More Owl Telling Me You've – You've Blown Up A Toilet Or –" "blown Up A Toilet? We've Never Blown Up A Toilet." "great Idea Though, Thanks, Mum.

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

There Was A Horrible Smell In The Kitchen The Next Morning When Harry Went In For Breakfast. It Seemed To Be Coming From A Large Metal Tub In The Sink. He Went To Have A Look. The Tub Was Full Of What Looked Like Dirty Rags Swimming In Gray Water. "what's This?" He Asked Aunt Petunia. "your New School Uniform," She Said. Harry Looked In The Bowl Again. "oh," He Said, "i Didn't Realize It Had To Be So Wet.

Many Parts Of My Life Are Perfectly Ordinary, If That's What You Mean. One Could Even Call It Boring, But That's What I Like About It.

Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.