I loved writing for kids, I loved talking to children about what I'd written, I don't want to leave that behind.
We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun! Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it? said Ron, pushing open a door to let Harry and Hermione through.
Ginny!" said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain?
A simple and heart-warming fable, one might think - in which case, one would reveal oneself to be an innocent nincompoop.
Well, Harry, while we've still got you here, you won't mind helping with the preparations for Bill and Fleur's wedding, will you? There's still so much to do.
I couldn't see that you needed to hear that this closed-up, tricky, dangerous old man . . . loved you.