“We can’t choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.”
Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.
Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broke-down gate. The first read, THE QUIBBLER EDITOR, X. LOVEGOOD. The second, PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE. The third, KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS. The gate creaked as they opened it. The zigzagging path leading to the front door was overgrown with a variety of odd plants, including a bush covered in orange radishlike fruit Luna sometimes wore as earrings.
Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.
you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.