Sums up my Friday
Andy: “People always make the mistake of thinking of who they are now is who they’ll be forever. Look at J.K. Rowling. She was poor—struggling. Then she came up with Harry Potter and she’s a billionaire.”
Bobby: “Please don’t make me write books about child wizards… I’m not going to be very good at it.”
— Cougar Town
I have started talking like Hagrid after only a couple of glasses of wine. By glasses I mean half a bottle. It has been too long of a week to use glasses.
We clung to each other with blind loyalty, like Lord Voldemort and his snake, Nagini. I, of course, was Nagini. If you messed with one of us, you knew you messed with both of us, and Lord Voldemort was going to cast a murder spell on you, or Nagini was going to chomp on your jugular.
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)
(or the alternate title she mentioned in the introduction, which she was strongly advised not to use… Harry Potter Secret Book #8)
I’m secretly afraid I wouldn’t be admitted to Hogwarts…but Durmstrang instead.
I wished Dumbledore could run for president.
If only he were alive. And American. And real.