30 Quotes by G. Norman Lippert

I hate to say it, but it can’t be much of a dark conspiracy if a trio of first-year shlubs like us have worked it all out.

It was as if he could feel, in the deepest pit of his being, the very air in the room, filling the space like water, streaming through cracks in the frame of the window, cold, like ice-blue vapor. The sensation expanded and he sensed the wind moving around the turret that housed the sleeping quarters. It was alive, swirling over the conical roof, channeling into missing shingles and exposed rafters.

Phew,” Zane muttered as James plopped down next to him and reached for the last piece of toast. “These little waiters of yours may be weird-lookin’ buggers, but they know how to make a good cup of coffee.

Snape replied pointedly, “I learned when not to talk from the master, Albus.

Thought you were making a James Band Joke. Hard to tell with that accent.

I know you said your dad and his mates used to do this all the time, but one of them was a girl, remember?′ ‘Yeah, and she didn’t eat seven meals a day, either,’ Zane said. The three of them shuffled down the darkened corridor, crammed under the Invisibility Cloak.

Well, they’re magical wardrobes, of course, although they don’t lead to any fairy wonderlands.

Hardly worth the effort, really,” he muttered. “It’s a homunculus lock. Only opens when a predefined set of factors is present. Could be it only opens when a redheaded lass sings the national anthem of Atlantis at three o’clock on a Thursday. Or when the light of the setting sun is reflected from a cracked mirror onto a goat’s eye. Or when Mr. Grey hawks a bogey onto a purple newt. I’ve seen some good homunculus factors in my time, yar.

Enjoy your ignorance while you can.