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101 " unfamiliar "
― G. Norman Lippert , James Potter and the Hall of Elders' Crossing (James Potter, #1)
102 " harrumphing "
― G. Norman Lippert , James Potter and the Curse of the Gatekeeper (James Potter, #2)
103 " bravado "
104 " Mr. Grey shuffled his feet. “I know what we was told, but it don’t feel right, Bistle. I has a sense about these things. Me mam always said so. "
105 " ...observing things changes the outcome. "
― G. Norman Lippert , James Potter and the Morrigan Web (James Potter, #4)
106 " James Potter moved slowly along the narrow aisles of the train, peering as nonchalantly as he could into each compartment. To those inside, he probably looked as if he was searching for someone, some friend or group of confidantes with whom to pass the time during the trip, and this was intentional. The last thing that James wanted anyone to notice was that, despite the bravado he had so recently displayed with his younger brother Albus on the platform, he was nervous. His stomach knotted and churned as if he’d had half a bite of one of Uncles Ron and George’s Puking Pastilles. "
107 " Mr. Grey had been told that the globes were swampfire, encased in a timeloop charm so they were inextinguishable. "
108 " Well,” Prescott said, “the chocolate frog was pretty convincing. I didn’t really… "
109 " fence "
110 " eddied "
111 " alone "
112 " dotted "
113 " gravely "
114 " A hero is just somebody who does the right thing when it would be far, far easier to do nothing. "
115 " It isn't your job to save the world. Even if you do, it'll just go and get itself into danger again, and again, and again. It's the nature of things. "
116 " streetlamp "
117 " It stretched off into dim infinity, dotted with floating globes of silvery light. Mr. Grey had been told that the globes were swampfire, encased in a timeloop charm so they were inextinguishable. He’d never even heard of swampfire, much "
118 " petulantly "
119 " They’re not waiters, they’re house-elves. I read about them yesterday,” Ralph said, happily munching half a sausage. The other half was speared on the end of his fork, which he used like a pointer, indicating the elves. “They work downstairs. They’re like the elves in that kids’ story. The ones that came at night and did all the work for the cobbler. "
120 " Hope is never dead. "
― G. Norman Lippert