‘Kill me, then,’ panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. ‘Kill me like you killed him, you coward –’
DON’T –’ screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them, ‘– CALL ME COWARD!’
And he slashed at the air: Harry felt a white-hot, whip-like something hit him across the face and was slammed backwards into the ground.


Conversation I heard in the club.

  • Shy Guy: Hey there.
  • Random Guy: Hey, what's up?
  • Shy Guy: Nothing much, I just wanted to tell you that you're really cute.
  • Random Guy: Thanks dude!
  • Shy Guy: So, are you here with anyone?
  • Random Guy: Yeah, my girlfriend just went to the washroom.
  • Shy Guy: Oh God, I'm sorry, didn't know you were straight!
  • Random Guy: That's alright, it's cool.
  • Shy Guy: You don't mind me calling you cute?
  • Random Guy: A compliment is a compliment no matter who it comes from.