When I was sixteen, my parents and I set off on a road trip up the coast of California to look at a few potential college campuses. Before heading out, however, we stopped at Barnes & Noble at the Grove so I could blow a gift card on a bunch of new books. (Reading in the car is a skill that I have sadly lost to time, and not just because now I’m usually the one driving.) Continue reading
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Favorite LinesThere was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!"
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
"I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?"
"Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem?"
"Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
Harry Potter and the Deathly HallowsJ.K. Rowling