It started with a sandwich, it ended with a sandwich.

What was he really capable of?

I'm sure they've just been busy and they'll write soon. He wouldn't receive a letter. I had thrown it out as soon as it had arrived.

If he could get this right then maybe there was hope of getting the store open again in future.

The pot was on fire, Gabrielle was screaming and she had no idea what had happened.

Way up high in the sky, nothing to bother him for miles, perfection.

He had been in the clear. Because who ever suspects the Gryffindor?

They all lay abandoned on the table. Such poetic justice.

He was tired and he ached but he needed to see him.

One of them would have to talk.

I trusted you. But I shouldn't have.

It had been a standard smash and grab, 'in and out like the SAS' they all used to say. It was simple, it should have been simple.

Today would be a good day.

"Ring-a-ring-a-roses, a pocket full of posies." he sang as he skipped through the graveyard.

He knew he shouldn't have eaten that pasty.

Last time it had all gone wrong. This time I knew better.

It was beautiful, perfect even. So anything written within should be spectacular as well.

A promotion should be a cause for celebration. Shouldn't it?

It was so beautiful, yet it just wouldn't work!

All she ever needed to be was pro-active.