It Was His Own Grief

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

Curious Indeed How These Things Happen. The Wand Chooses The Wizard, Remember...i Think We Must Expect Great Things From You, Mr. Potter... After All, He-who-must-not-be-named Did Great Things — Terrible, Yes, But Great.

No Story Lives Unless Someone Wants To Listen. So Thank You, All Of You.

Which Way Did They Go, Peeves?" Filch Was Saying. "quick, Tell Me." "say 'please.'" "don't Mess With Me, Peeves, Now Where Did They Go?" "shan't Say Nothing If You Don't Say Please," Said Peeves In His Annoying Singsong Voice. "all Right- Please." "nothing! Ha Haaa! Told You I Wouldn't Say Nothing If You Didn't Say Please! Ha Ha! Haaaaaa!" And They Heard The Sound Of Peeves Whooshing Away And Filch Cursing In Rage.

Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke Someone's Eye Out!