Not to mention the pincers
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“DIAGON ALLEY!”
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Juuuust purchased this.
BEAUTIFUL.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives — he didn’t belong to the library, so he’d never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake: Mr. H. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.
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“Hello, Harry. I’ve interrupted a deep thought, haven’t I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.”
Let me marry Luna. PLEASE.
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On being asked to rate the kiss from 1 to 10.
Rupert: I have no memory of it.
Emma: I’d give it like a…a 7? Hang on, what did he give me?
Rupert: I really can’t remember it.
Emma: That’s even worse!
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…Hermione Granger became their friend.
- HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER’S STONE by J.K. Rowling (p. 179)
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Bromance. Harry Potter & Ronald Weasley.
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They’re so much more comfortable around each other!
WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA
OUR BOY FINALLY GOT IT RIGHT.
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