“Nothing there!’ said Peter, as they all trooped out again-all except Lucy. She stayed behind because she thought it would be worthwhile trying the door of the wardrobe, even though she felt almost sure that it would be locked. Surprising her, it opened quite easily, and two mothballs dropped out.
- Turning right the high hedge curves into us. Our interests around the table sharpens palpably: some are stiff, others are fidgeting, as we all gazed at snape and Voldemort.
- This morning, I run my usual route to the store. As I turn the corner, I come across a disturbing scene.