Harry: I smile at Ginny as James looks in awe at his youngere brother (odd how the Potter kids are all 2 years apart...) "Maybe we will have a girl that looks like you, or a boy that looks like you and your brother"
Ron: I nod "Maybe the bump might be less ginger, less freckles" I say, chuckling at Rose
The world is not a wish granting factory.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, then all at once.
It's a metaphor Hazel Grace.
- The fault on in our stars