He who walks in the company of fools suffers a long way; company with fools, as with an enemy, is always painful; company with the wise is pleasure, like meeting with kinsfolk.
I’m closing my eyes so I can feel being inside you. He placed his hand over his heart and rasped out, I’ve seen too many bad things with these eyes. This, I will feel in my heart.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.
