" You moron, Dudley! " Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness.
Why had God invented children, she thought savagely as she turned her ankle cruelly on the dark road — useless, crying nuisances they were, always demanding care, always in the way.
After many similar hair-breadth escapes, we at last swiftly glided into what had just been one of the outer circles, but now crossed by random whales, all violently making for one centre.
Jumping to his feet he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, stuffed it into his bag, grabbed the gillyweed, and put it into his pocket, then tore out of the library with Dobby at his heels.
(Jane and I were rather amused by Seth's cavalier advice to keep the board.But then we had never told him these sessions began on a borrowed board.It belongs to our landlord, James Spaziani. )
" And what did you say? " said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione.
Harrys doubts vanished. Jumping to his feet he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, stuffed it into his bag, grabbed the gillyweed, and put it into his pocket, then tore out of the library with Dobby at his heels.