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1 " There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. " Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. " OI! There's a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. " I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, " so it's now or never, isn't it?" " Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. " D'you think you could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem?" " Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face. "
2 " Mind chatter: a clatter of left-brain rains of doubt, worry, guilt, shame in a thunderstorm of fear. Forgive the chatter, clear your mind. "
― Soul Dancer , Pay Me What I'm Worth
3 " Hardly had Juana had time to get settled when there was a clatter in the courtyard. The night sprang into excitement; instructions were shouted, torches brought. And suddenly the doors burst open; suddenly Philip -- hot, handsome, disheveled -- stro "
4 " Stay back," I warned. " Stay away from him." They kept coming. " Stay back!" I yelled. They stopped. Except for one. " Rose," came a soft voice. " Drop the sword." My hands shook. I swallowed. " Get away from us." " Rose." The voice spoke again, a voice that my soul would have known anywhere. Hesitantly, I let myself finally become aware of my surroundings, let the details sink in. I let my eyes focus on the features of the man standing there. Dimitri's brown eyes, gentle and firm, looking down on me. " It's okay," he said. " Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." My hands shook even harder as I fought to hold on to the hilt. " I can't." The words hurt coming out. " I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him." " you have," said Dimitri. The sword fell out of my hands, landing with a clatter on the wooden floor. I followed, collapsing on all fours, anything to cry but unable to. Dimitri's arms wrapped around me as he helped me up. Voices swarmed around us, and one by one, I recognised people I knew and trusted. "
