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"I hate beans. They're Gryffindor sweets."
His hand on the doorknob, Weasley paused and cocked his head at Draco. "Gryffindor sweets? I suppose it is," he decided. "It takes guts to eat them."

Ron and Draco are hilarious together.

In biological terms, depression is no stranger than pneumonia or diabetes. Neither pneumonia, diabetes nor depression have anything to do with a lack of character, so chirpily encouraging someone who is depressed to 'pull themselves together’ is just as absurd as saying to someone with pneumonia that they should ‘pull their lungs together’ or that somebody with diabetes should ‘pull their blood sugar together’.

When we are exposed to long-term stress, we go around with constant high levels of cortisol in our blood, and our body eventually gets used to these levels. As a result, the body stops reacting to the cortisol, which thereby loses its ability to dampen inflammation. It’s like crying wolf too many times – in the end, no one cares.

If we look at what triggers depression, it is surprisingly often one thing: stress. Stress, however, isn’t the full explanation. We are also born with a high or low genetic predisposition to depression. ‘Genes load the gun, the environment pulls the trigger.’

Bеing a minimаliѕt iѕ a ѕtаtе оf mind аnd nоt a ѕеt оf rulеѕ.

‘Potter?’ Draco said the same moment Potter took off his invisibility cloak. ‘How did you get in?’
‘I asked Zabini for the password,’ Potter replied.
‘Has the man no sense of loyalty?’

"Perhaps they'll attack somewhere else," Draco said.
"No." Harry was categorical.
"How do you know?" Draco asked.
"I just know."
"You just---"

Their animosity had lost its bite and Potter's snappy ripostes were soothing in their familiarity. It was a comfort to know that in this fast-moving world some things never changed. Besides, Potter looked hot when he had his feathers ruffled - so ruffle them Draco did.

“I’d prefer something hard, and not to drink.”

What a bad line!

I can’t really feel sorry for Quin.

Quin is a jerk. I guess love will make him a better person.

Pig: "I'm tired of the unpredictability of life. I need certainty."
Rat: "I can give you certainty."
Pig: "You can?"
Rat: "Sure. There is a hundred percent certainty that your life will have no certainty."
Pig: "Not sure that helps."
Rat: "Don't be so certain."

Ooh, I love this!

“We need to get out of here.”
“Stunning observation, Potter, I’m so glad that out of all the people to get trapped in a cave with, I ended up with you.”
“No need to be sarcastic, Malfoy.”
“Sorry, I get a little tetchy when there’s a chance I might run out of oxygen.”
Harry snorted. “You get ‘a little tetchy’ when you get dust on your shoes."

“As much as I enjoy the occasional kink, must we really have the cuffs on every time you visit?” Malfoy looked up as the guard left the room and rattled his chains. “I’m starting to think you like me like this.”

It's like a bad comedy skit.

Okay, it's nonsense.

And now Tony...

Kimberly has no sense of boundaries.

“What are condoms?” Connor asks once he’s returned with a Lunchable pizza, seemingly content with the way his dinner has turned out.
“Ask Mama,” Will says.
“No, ask Patrick,” Olivia says, grabbing a pepperoni from Connor’s package. “He’ll tell you the truth.”

He needs Will but he can’t have that for another twenty-three days, ten hours, and four minutes, so there’s only one other choice. He taps Dinah’s name and waits.
“Pat, honey? It’s good to hear from you.”
He’s silent. He doesn’t know what to say. He stares into the glare of the sun on the snow and hopes he doesn’t cry.
“Honey, are you okay?”
“No. I’m coming home.”

oh, no

Will’s heart thumps hard. He tugs at the ropes and glares. “Wait, why’ve you kidnapped me?”
“Because I’m an evil doctor with mind-control powers and I’m going to steal your super high-level spy secrets by breaking down your mental barriers through forcing you to orgasm against your will.”