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"It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there ... I can Apparate us both back ... don't worry ..."
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

This Is It

I'm a writer, a day dreamer so that is the main reason I create a blog. So people can read what I feel, and whatever I like to express. But, seriously, I need to warn you guys, I can be pretty rude at times. Well, actually, I'm rude most of the times, but what the heck do I care, yes? I annoy most people with my whatever attitude and the way I look. Ah, hell. I am very lack of expression. You know, people can cry, smile in a split second but me, I just can't. I don't really know why but my guess is that's the way I am. That's who I am. For me to change myself, it would take like a ton of years (maybe era) and lots of yuckness. I mean, sweat, a lot of sweat. Fuhh. So... I gotta go. I need to continue chatting with my cousin, he's in  England at this very moment. I miss him. i miss them. Like HELL.

Posted by Luna Saphira at 9:21 PM  

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