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Things were going to change.
There was nothing here for her, in some respects, but in others, there was too much. And both the lack and surfeit were pushing her away.
The Right Thing
Magic could making sweeping the floor or cutting the grass a bit easier, it was true, but when it came down to the really difficult things in life—the things that broke your heart in half—wands and spells were no help at all.
She knew Dumbledore had had his misgivings, but it hadn’t occurred to her that other people might feel the same way.
New Beginnings & Old Endings
If James could have pictured how Remus, Sirius, and Peter would be first introduced to the Order, it would not be with grisly-looking Alastor Moody holding them at wand-point.
“I mean, I know the other Order members seem like a bunch of gits right now, but I think they’re all right,” James said.
From hearing the Order members talk, they really had no idea exactly how many followers Voldemort had—if Malfoy, who had been officially investigated, could show himself at the Ministry, how easy would it be for those who had never been suspected of wrongdoing?
Peeled Grapes & Monogrammed Towels
"It doesn't matter what they call it," Remus countered, massing his forehead in a frenetic way. "The point is, no one wants a werewolf working for them."
“You drive, then?”
It was a very different sort of kiss.
It seemed that some curiosities lingered far beyond adolescence.
The Night of the Second Day
He took comfort in the company of all of his friends, but he found that it was Lily who made him feel least troubled.
She was a good ten feet out of the lift before she registered the fact that there was a blonde-haired young woman walking her way, and another five feet before she realized that it was Mary Macdonald.
A Steel Trap
The days were getting shorter, and soon, they would be standing in full darkness.
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