Zen cuts straight through the Quidditch match in progress and almost gets taken down by a Beater hurling a Nerf quaffle right at his machopartes.

I'm sitting in the bleachers, watching longingly as all the boys and umbumped girls in my Personal Health and Fitness class play Muggle Quidditch. I don't even like the game very much, I think it's silly, but I so miss physical activity that I'd be thrilled if I could run around the gymnasium with a broom between my legs, chasing after the human snitch wearing a gold pinny.

I made a birdhouse,” he said confidently. “And I painted it to look like Hogwarts.

Freedome and responsibility is the same thing.

Does this mean Harry Potter really exists?

If you want to know what a mans like,see how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.''-Sirius black.