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Eye Colour: Green
Location: Use your imagination!
Fav Colour: Not important
Fav Harry Quote:
"How long have you been 'Big D' then?" said Harry.
"Shut it," snarled Dudley, turning away again.
"Cool name," said Harry, grinning, "but you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me."
"Shut your face."
"You don't tell her to shut her face. What about 'popkin' and 'Dinky Diddydums,' can I use them then?"
Fav Hermione Quote:
"Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!"
Fav Draco Quote:
"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"
Fav Mad-Eye Moody Quote:
"And do I look like the kind of man that can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving eye. Uncle Vernon lept backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."
Fav HBP Qutes:
1) "Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?"
"Yes," said Harry stiffly.
"There's no need to call me 'sir,' Professor."
Fav. Quote in HBP:
2) "Well, it is clear to me that he has done a very good job on you," said Scrimgeour, his eyes cold and hard behind his wire-rimmed glasses. "Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you, Potter?"
"Yeah, I am," said Harry. "Glad we straightened that out."
3) "...Well, it appears that Rufus found a way to corner you at last."
"He accused me of being 'Dumbledore's man through and through.'"
"How very rude of him."
"I told him I was.
Am I cool or uncool? [CLICK]
You are Super-Cool!
Woah! Step back - the future's so bright for you it's blinding me! You are the coolest of the cool. Everyone looks up to you as the benchmark for being coooool. The fonze was your grandfather. Any cooler and you'd freeze! WOO it's chilly in here.
Cool quizzes at Go-Quiz.com
How to make a roxie
1 part pride
3 parts arrogance
5 parts energy
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Serve with a slice of lovability and a pinch of salt. Yum!
1st-2nd Years •
When he died I couldn’t accept it, it was like everything I knew was wrong, and all my nightmares came true, because of something which seemed unreal, to me anyhow. I couldn’t go on living like I was waking up to nothing. I had to do something to change it, and I did.
He’d died and left me alone and it was his entire fault. He should have fought harder and if he really did love me he would have lived. He wouldn’t have died like that, he was stronger. He was a legend everyone in the whole world knew about and a stupid avalanche had killed him. It was wrong. It was unreal – it hadn’t happened.
He couldn’t be dead. Just couldn’t.