"The Third Task," Goblet of Fire
I love Fleur Delacour, okay? See the boy. Want the boy. GET THE BOY. KEEP THE BOY FOREVER AND DON’T CARE IF THE BOY GETS MAULED BY A WEREWOLF.
Fleur Delacour, Harry noticed, was eyeing Bill with great interest over her mother’s shoulder. Harry could tell she had no objection whatsoever to long hair or earrings with fangs on them.
|me talking to little kids:||oh hey man wow I like your shoes they light up! No way I wish I had some like that, I bet they make you run so fast!!|
|me talking to older people:||I'm not really sure what it is I want to do with my life, but I figure that as long as I'm happy it can't be that bad|
|me talking to people my age:||well howdily doodily my fellow young people, what's hip hop happening over here? I'm just off to inject a meth and listen to an MTV if you youngsters are 'down' also haha look at that lingo, golly gosh what a time to be alive|