We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy, Grace. Reading Harry Potter is what is right.

Brighton goes through English teachers like Hogwarts devours Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers.

What's a dementor?"
I mean, I can't even. "Nora, you are no longer my sister."
"So it's some Harry Potter thing," she says.

What are you up to?”

“Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,” he replied.

“That so reminds me of Harry Potter,” Brit said, sighing. “I need a re-read.”

We all turned to her. Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blonde hair back. “What? I’m not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

You know what happened to her predecessors?"
"Of course. It's sort of like the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. Bad things happen to them."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"You know, in Harry Potter.

I couldn't help but feel a little smug at the prospect of finding my phone this way. I was going to beat Dad at his own game, using the ability he didn't believe I had.

Ha! Take that, you muggle!