“Percy, I’m not a child!” snapped Hermione angrily, her eyes blazing dangerously. “I can take care of myself. If I’m hungry, I’ll go fetch something to eat. I can move and talk you know!”
“I don’t snore,” Percy said. “I think.”
Fiona bit her lip. “The wards,” she explained. “They make the storms last longer in Southbire.”
“That dress is very fitting on you,” he said. “My sister has one like it.”
“Granger, confess her sins?” Pansy laughed, appearing suddenly. “My dear boy, I think the worst sin Granger has ever committed was eating in the library – or should I say drinking?”
Percy shook his head. “I’m going to try to get Roget to tell us how far we are from Dublin.” In a whisper, he then added, “From the Ministry of Magic.”
“For what?” asked Draco. “Bits of witches?”
“Mr. Weasley, please calm down!” Professor McGonagall said, trying to not let her claustrophobia get to her. There were just too many people in the small office.
“Ms. Spinnet, we’re quite busy,” said Snape, through clenched teeth.
“The Muggleborn was Draco’s escort?” demanded Lucius.
You come from the Ocean. You've always been drawn
to the sea, the sound of the waves, the crystal
blue water, near the sea is where you belong.
Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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Welcome mioknee to my humble journal. Hopefully, you'll enjoy yourself and have a drink.
Taking care of a dog is hard work, I'll tell you. My son has been begging for a puppy, so my husband told him to dog-sitt our neighbour's small Labrador for a few hours, to see how the dog thing went.
In two hours the dog managed to break a vase, pee on the carpet, tear a pillow to shreads, spill water all over the kitchen floor, dirty my daughter's favourite dress with mud that doesn't wont come off, and dig up the garden.
I am not getting my son a dog. He can get something that barely moves -- like a plant.