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J.K. Rowling
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April 19 - April 24, 2020
One, with very bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth, was Harry’s and Ron’s friend, Hermione Granger.
“Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure,”
“And that, boys,” yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, “is why you should never go for looks alone!”
“Fine,” snapped Mrs. Weasley. “Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.”
“You know your mother, Malfoy?” said Harry — both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron’s robes to stop him from launching himself at Malfoy — “that expression she’s got, like she’s got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?”
“There are those who’ll turn innocent occasions to their advantage,”
Professor Trelawney, who spent half the lesson telling everyone that the position of Mars with relation to Saturn at that moment meant that people born in July were in great danger of sudden, violent deaths.
“No, I’m fine,” said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.
Ron grinned nervously at him, and Harry grinned back. Hermione burst into tears. “There’s nothing to cry about!” Harry told her, bewildered. “You two are so stupid!” she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug and dashed away, now positively howling.
“Yeah, you can have a word,” said Harry savagely. “Good-bye.”
“Yes,” said Harry stoutly. Hagrid beamed at him.
“Oh I see,” Hermione said, bristling. “So basically, you’re going to take the best-looking girl who’ll have you, even if she’s completely horrible?” “Er — yeah, that sounds about right,” said Ron. “I’m going to bed,” Hermione snapped, and she swept off toward the girls’ staircase without another word.
“Oh did I?” said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously. “Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!”
“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!”
If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
“Curiosity is not a sin,” he said. “But we should exercise caution with our curiosity . . . yes, indeed . . .”
Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!
“What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

