course, Malfoy and walked on numerology. But always he was staying away from her, so that the sea of \u200b\u200bheads rozdzielało Ravenclaw and mostly limited to quarrel on serious themes, closely related to the subject classes.
Hermione hoped that in the class to relax.
certainly do not expect any of this ...
Draco Malfoy had already spread out his notes and sat on the bench now, based on his fair head on the book of numerology.
Draco Malfoy was sitting in her desk!
puffed up as if it was the most normal thing in the world, though he had every right to that, though we all knew that it was her bench!
beamed at the sight of Hermione.
- Hi, - he said. - I thought that together we will be more lively.
- I'm not stupid, Malfoy - "she said soberly, putting books on the table. - Explain to me what are you doing here, then disappear.
looked at her. His gray eyes gleamed srebrzyły and like a mirror, which reflected the improved image of herself. The picture that mirror Erised would show someone, for whom the most important thing in the world is beauty.
- I'm trying to get your attention - he explained calmly.
Hermione stood and stared at him until the room has not entered Professor Vector. Then, quickly slipped into his seat.
Immediately afterwards realized that sitting on the bench with the Malfoy.
The bright, hard fuck.
- Well, you did it - she hissed. - Always do you succeed, right? Just as in the third year, when I hit you in the face ... this what you want?
- At the gates of Azkaban, Granger, you bestyjko - muttered Malfoy. Hermione tried to
his explosive rage, not to disturb others.
lowered his voice and endeavored to calm.
- Malfoy. What you actually want?
- Oh, you know. Eau de cologne with the scent of male pheromones concentrated. Empire, which I can wield. Harem full of women the most beautiful of the East - for a moment paused and smiled. - Oh, and world peace.
- I asked seriously! 
- Please calm, Miss Granger - Turned its attention to Professor Vector. - You can deal with Mr Malfoy whispering sweet nothings to my lesson.
Hermione turned purple. Malfoy took an innocent face and went straight to the book. - Please calm, Miss Granger - Turned its attention to Professor Vector. - You can deal with Mr Malfoy whispering sweet nothings to my lesson. And, much to Hermione's disgust, it was everything. Malfoy did not try to have her nervous, or talk to her - which is right out onto the same. He seemed completely absorbed numerology.
And his face beamed satisfaction. Too hard.
attracted attention as a single point on the horizon shining. Hermione tried to focus The results of the invocation, but it does-not-up-so-handsome face, with far too fair skin so it dekoncentrowała that eventually completely lost its way and its results began to dance before my eyes.
only thing that distracted Draco was a single strand of bright, shiny hair that always fell over his eyes. Every time it odgarniał increasingly impatient movement.
At the end of this lesson numerology worst of all time, and immediately got up, probably for the thousandth time, he had to move the annoying lock of hair.
rolled his eyes.
- I cut them. It's hopeless.
- Oh, and I will impose a ton of gel? This is just hopeless - Hermione snorted. - It is much better.
She should bite the tongue.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
- I'll have that in mind, Granger. I feel połechtany mile.
in memories Key is to have a place to stay and mention them there.
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I remember when I asked you what you do when you're upset. You milczałaś early, then smiled slightly. I found in my head all your smiles and quickly realized that this-showing Ironically necessarily mean that you have plenty of good ways of this state of mind.
-are different types of nervous-started. Each is caused by another factor. When annoyed me on my own behavior, mostly to clench his fists, shouting or jumping. Then I'm doing everything to avoid having to unload their emotions on others.
Then I guessed that it was only the beginning.
-turn when I feel that something is beyond me, when I can not anything I do, then I lie down on the floor and stare at the ceiling, as if the white background was contained any response or advice. There is another kind of my nerves. Is released when people annoy me, but often when I feel helpless. These are the worst moments, because then you can not do nothing but senseless weeping. When I go to cry often, and again staring at the ceiling. Is beyond me, then my powerlessness.
saying it would not odrywałaś eyes from the trees that are swaying to the rhythm of the wind barbs showing the variables resembled human feelings. I began to stare at them and me, but the corner of my eye I saw how his sleeve cotton blouses wipe tears. It was beautiful. No one has yet wept with me, and I had never seen so many emotions on the human face. I smiled slightly and grabbed you by the hand, thinking that will help me to immerse themselves in your feelings. Odwzajemniłaś smile, but you were still the second hand clenched into a fist.
ny woman wants to be beautiful and every fact that is precisely what it is. The only question is whether beauty is attractive? We will help you with utter charm, sex appeal, charm. Be not only naturally beautiful, but extremely attractive!
controversial natural
funny thing is that men saying that women like a natural does not have in mind the lack of makeup and household goods for a large sweater. Men like to look after our eyes that are shrouded in the curtain of long, black eyelashes. Tempt them moist and lush lips, long hair. They love to touch our hands and admire the manicured nails polished. This impression makes them dress and stiletto heels. Senses men are addressed by a subtle, feminine fragrance and smooth, tanned body. And yet the woman has no natural makeup, shaved legs and wydepilowanych eyebrows. It is not for the pleasure of 8cm heels, and instead of a tight mini-skirts najczętniej włożyłaby comfortable pants, no? There is therefore no natural, so that men desire, because depending on gender, it is understood differently. Men love women natural, namely the well-groomed, gentle touch of gloss, blush and lightly opruszone gazing flirtatiously from under the long eyelashes wytuszowanych. And we are the same we know that we are natural when we go out of the tub, put furry slippers, before rubbing lotion on each other, and facial creams. Natural're in the morning, without makeup and perfect hair.
Hermione looked up and saw a heavy heart that Draco came out - made it so imperceptibly that no one even noticed when I got up from the table.
- Photos from my childhood - Draco repeated blankly, shaking his head. - Well. If this is not the cherry on top of cruelty, despair, dessert, which was my day today, I do not know what else. And now, if you allow, I will have to change.
- Do you remember what was in the book? - He asked sharply. - You can use this spell, but you have to pay for it.
- I'm a Malfoy - Draco reminded him. - We do not ask about the price. - He smiled bleak. - I can afford it.
- You know about it - he hissed.
- What is it - Harry began uncomfortably quiet voice - that the demons never have anything nice to say? My One and Only, "Soon you will die", "Approaching hell, "" Beware of doom. " Never say "Greetings from the beyond."
Being stared at them without saying a word.
- Zero sense of humor - Ron summed up his head spin.
- What the hell happened - Sirius asked, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder.
- There was something in the closet ... A creature - Ron explained. - He attacked me.
- hit it - briefly, "said Harry, trying to calm the breath.
- What? - Astonished Sirius looked around the battlefield.
- Wall - "Harry said.
- And then the wardrobe - added Ron. - It was a ride! Ah ... - Stammered karcący sight seeing Sirius. - Of course, the bad, destructive, and possibly illegal way.
Harry - At the sound spoken by her own name, the boy twitched nervously, and turned to her. - You do not believe it, right?
- I do not know - said slowly. - You do not know what to believe ...
- So maybe I should ask you this - there was a quiet, cool voice from the side door. - Unless you do not want to know what an insidious nit has to say in her defense?
The threshold was Draco. Relaxed, rested casually against the frame, but Hermione saw stiffness in his arms and was aware that it is far from alone.
- How long are you here, Malfoy? - Harry asked.
- long enough - Draco replied indifferently. - I may be cold-blooded piece of toast, but I have excellent timing.
- Draco - Hermione jumped up from his seat.
Wily, samowiły - South Slavic and Russian counterpart Poludnica, Mamun and water nymphs. On the western Slavic in the degraded form known as a bogey or a demon of madness tantamount to humans [1].
Wily came from the souls of the dead young girls [2]. Lived in forests, mountains and rivers and lakes. They were able to ride the clouds and move them to look. Usually zjawiały in clusters, they can take the form of beautiful winged girls with light and almost translucent bodies, naked or ill-clad, but also horses, swans, falcons, or wolves. Sometimes it also changed the vortices air.
view people have put are very capricious. It happened that helped the young men to marry, warned against hailstorms, farmers help the needy and foretold the future, angry, however, able to destroy the same field causing hail, storm or drought. It happened also that have put to death zatańcowywały encountered men, blinding them, or drove to distraction by bringing them impossible to satisfy cravings.
Some researchers believe that have put faith in is the result of borrowings by the Balkan Slavs of Greek belief in nymphs [3].
- What's so funny, Malfoy? - Tossed with a mixture of curiosity and irritation.
- I refrained you from replacing the school house of flying daggers - Draco replied, smiling at only one side of broken paragraphs. It looked like the diabolically twisted psychopath. - Attracted your attention at a critical time. You are already better off?
Harry, who actually felt a little better, looked at the bloodied knuckles, then at Draco, and suddenly dropped It remorse.
- Malfoy - he began hesitantly. - Really, very, very sorry that you ...
- No problem! - Draco said cheerfully. - It was worth it. That your face when you kicked in the ribs ... Wonderful view!
guilt that troubled Harry, quickly evaporated.
- There is no reason to apologize you, right?
Draco waved his hand dismissively.
- I never apologize, so why should you be doing?
- Do not apologize? Just as I never fainted?
- Exactly.
- What has never not doing?
- Do not cry - "said Draco. - I do not dance. I hate to dance. - He shrugged. - I do not believe that he loves Hermione Krum.
- I'm right - confirmed Draco firmly. Still gave the impression that he felt great relief. Palpable tension between them disappeared as quickly as they appeared. - You'll see. We will return to school, we will take the sword and start to look for Hermione. - He straightened up, and his voice sounded cold determination. - I do not care what I have done, I do not care whether it yourself Dark Lord grabbed it ... If it hurt when exposed her any pain, I will break it to powder so fine that we can make it an instant soup. - He paused, and Harry, Ron and Ginny looked at him with curious faces. - Okay - said again. - It was a bit disgusting, huh?
Harry nodded.
- You know Malfoy, this soup does not sound so scary.
- But it still was a good speech - consoled him Ginny.
- I still think I'm right - Draco repeated, but was less fierce.
- And I still I think you're crazy-"said Harry. - Maybe even angry. But apparently you're also very determined and I will not deny that I admire. - He smiled. For the first time that day. - Even though it fits you, Malfoy.
- Yes - agreed to Ginny, rather unexpectedly. - In contrast to this sweater.
- You do not know for sure - the demon said slyly.
- Right. But playing in the dark, it can be to hit the jackpot. So better not to tempt fate and instantly talk to the sword, or else immediately and you will hit something.
- Malfoy ... What happened? It hurts you something?
- wind knocked me - "said Draco. He raised a bit, leaned on his elbow and winced. - Oh. And I have a broken leg.
- broken? Are you sure? Much does it hurt? - Harry inquired. He realized that sounds like a overprotective grandmother, but could not resist.
Draco glanced at him askance.
- No, not at all. I've never felt better - ironizował. - Actually, I wanted to ask you, you broke my second. I had to double Radocha.
This snowman behaves as it really hard to sympathize with him, Harry thought. On the other hand, perhaps because it does.
- Well, all right - summed up almost cheerfully. - Stop it yourself. And have fun - he added. And he disappeared.
Draco stared at the place where a moment before he became a demon and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Quite by chance came to his mind his father's words - one of the practical, otherwise, advice, Lucius Malfoy - "If something that seemed very difficult to suddenly become too simple, it is certainly someone trying you dare. Be on your guard. "
- We need to lure him out - he decided. - But how? If he is one of us will know that we are trying to steal the sword. And - he added - will be absolutely right.
Draco stopped walking nervously around the room.
- I guess I have an idea - he said. - Oh, and now I have another.
Ron turned to him curious, wychlapując on the occasion of some liquid from the cauldron.
- And now I'm just bad - fuknął Draco. - Keep your hands off ofermowate away from this elixir, Weasley. Pour out my soul on the carpet, you know? It's my life essence, my being, my ...
- Fantastic cleaning product! - Ron finished looking at the floor. Drops of liquid had burned a hole in the carpet and wżarły deep into the stone floor. - I have never seen anything like it. Bardo is corrosive. And probably very virulent.
All four stared at the floor.
- protest against the handling of this incident in terms of illustrative reflect my personality - he noted Draco stared at riddled carpet.
- you can always protest - Harry commented. - And what about your idea?
- what do I owe your ... surprise visit, gentlemen? - The host asked a cool voice, stopping before aurorami. The question was barely heard a pause, and giving deliberately staked to understand that the silent very unpleasant word.
- do not take care of you too much time, Mr. Malfoy - politely, "said Moody. We managed to quell the anger. Still manage to attack, you first need to get closer ... and then bite your teeth into the throat of the victim. To just do not tell ahead of time.
Malfoy invited aurora-saving gesture that slept. Sam sat in his chair, crossed his legs, he took the cigarette lying on the table a long brown cigarette (and they did not propose, son of a bitch!) And lit. Lightly vanilla scented smoke irritated nostrils. It's not time, in my mind calmed himself aurorów boss. It's not time. It can survive anything, it will be perfectly calm and polite, do not allow yourself to any venomous comments, but will have to fight each other, because such behavior was not in his character. For it later, once the time comes to twist his neck skurwielowi ... Yeah. As long as you wait for the opportunity to rebound the czystokrwistych cattle, which he managed to escape five years ago. Now, when this opportunity came up, do not let that fish jumped up from the hook. Even if the fish is spiky and poisonous. Destroy them one by one, the surviving descendants of the families known to the corruption of pure blood.
- I listen to you - a man sitting in front of him reminded of its existence.
Listen, you rat. Listen.
- I suppose that you know about the escape from Azkaban Zabiniego Blaise - Alastor said, trying to sit comfortably on a hard chair with a straight-backed.
- Yes - briefly replied Malfoy.
- These came to us the information that was seen on the road to the property.
- Unfortunately, there came to say hello.
- Please do not mock.
- mock? Me? Mr Moody, but rather you are trying to do for both of us. This time
Auror not try to fight with their own anger.
- Enough chrzanienia, Malfoy! - He shouted, standing up abruptly. - I know exactly that Zabini is hiding here, maybe a few rooms away!
Draco jumped up from his chair. His face expressed absolutely no emotion. Man-stone. Aurorowi seemed to see the ashes, instead of eyes.
- If you are so sure of that, Moody, why do you lose time on meaningless conversation, rather than having my castle?
Malfoy did not receive a reply, he continued, with irony in his voice:
- Ah, but do not have a warrant, right? Please do not reply, a rhetorical question. Of course I do not have it, otherwise we would not be made here. Dam panu radę, Moody: na początek proszę zgromadzić dowody mojego udziału w ukrywaniu groźnego przestępcy, a dopiero później przychodzić mnie straszyć.
- Zdobędę nakaz przeszukania, Malfoy - ochrypłym głosem obiecał Szalonooki. - A na razie mam zgodę na obserwację. Moi ludzie będą was śledzić dzień i noc, słyszy pan, dzień i noc. I zdobędę te dowody, ponieważ nie jest pan w stanie przekonać mnie o swojej niewinności.
- Nie mam zamiaru próbować. Zawsze z chęcią pomogę Ministerstwu zająć się czymś bardziej interesującym niż wycieranie nosów praworządnym obywatelom. Track I will be very interesting. - He laughed dryly. - I promise that you will learn a lot.
He mocks us, he thought anxiously Moody. Openly making fun of them, from the Ministry, with their fixed once and for all the proper order. Mocked, not fearing any consequences. This strange man was not afraid of anything. And in that moment he remembered the old Auror like his father's murder. He saw exactly, with the smallest details. Bright red blood (but not blue, and red, like normal people!) Flowing from the narrow paragraph. Swollen to the breaking point blue veins. Empty eyes open in anticipation of death. Yellow skin, straightening his face, not-yet-dead body, but someone who is already standing on the threshold of Hell. Fingers shrinking spasmodically ... Lucius Malfoy die horribly, just horribly as he lived.
And looking at Draco Malfoy, Alastor Mad-Eye Moody asked himself - as his son is going to die. Or, just as he lived?
- Still I see your death. Death of the last of the Malfoys - whispered, knowing that Draco hears. He was already at the door when it's calm voice came Malfoy:
- If only it did not happen for a while before your death, Aurora.
Moody said nothing and left. Draco Malfoy was the last time dragged on his cigarette and threw the butt right on the magnificent Persian carpet.
This affair ended in a draw. Like most of its similar in the past five years. In the Main Salon has accumulated in two generations - old and young lost victorious. Their meeting was unable to finish anything other than fighting. Warriors. Perhaps if you received here, for example, Harry Potter, anything that changed. Draco smiled at the strange thoughts. After all, the enemy remains the enemy - no matter to which tribe it belongs. His hatred
smiled, teeth bared like an animal.
finally found a diet.
Nothing can be done without loneliness. I tried to make himself as a lonely fullest. But I did not. Since there is a clock, it is impossible to achieve alone. Can you imagine a hermit with the clock? We must therefore settle for a "sham loneliness." In this solitude you need to be reduced, however, completely sink.
Pablo Picasso "If you believe that you can achieve something, never surrender, regardless of the adversity. If you believe that you can not achieve something, you will be tempted to give up earlier." I do not give up your dreams .... and you?
not choose the path, based on the sins committed, but instead we have to bring them together.
If we listen to the voice of a child who lives in our soul, our eyes will become light again.
- Paulo Coelho
- O co chodzi? – zapytała lekko przestraszona.
Chodzi o to, że na świecie jest wiele zła, a ty jesteś taka piękna i bezbronna i chcę cię chronić i będę to robił, choćbym musiał powybijać tony zębów, zapewniając dożywotni zarobek protetykom na całym świecie - pomyślałem szybko.
"Miłość nie zawsze przychodzi w niekłopotliwych paczkach"
* Dr Foreman: Moglibyśmy ją przywiązać do stołu. ?Dr House: Odrażające i prymitywne. Podoba mi się.
Dr House: Odrażające and primitive. I like it.
* Dr. Wilson: So the dying girl should be nice to me?
Dr. House: When you die we all love you!
Dr. Wilson: You are walking with a cane and no one likes you!
Dr. House: I'm not terminally ill just pathetic, and you would not believe me that things are considered dry.
- Life is not fair, Miss Granger. You no longer have to see this - he said calmly.
Denying choice is a choice - usually the worst. Are you going passivity?
Denying choice is a choice - usually the worst. Are you going passivity, Miss Granger? Do I have to choose for you?
- Zenon, Zenon where it is?
- Cast Scrabble, Chief. He has problems with the Polish alphabet.
- Bo, their mother, the more something is hanging at the bottom, the literkom!
- Cast, Zenon, do not question the masculinity of vowels!
When he saw that Draco, immediately stopped the silica polite conversation with the other and asked, amazed - Granger, how the hell did you convince him? Hermione interrupted
work and looked at Malfoy. Do not try to annoy her, as she thought for a moment. He drove up his eyebrows so high that it almost merged with the blond hair, and his face convinced Hermione that Draco really nothing that does not understand. Equally confused Hermione replied briefly: - Just asked.
surprise Draco melted into a smile from ear to ear. - Well, Granger, overlooks the fact that wpadłaś someone in the eye. - Wygłosiwszy this statement, rozchichotał almost like a girl. Harry and Ron jointly indignant account Hermione but Remus kept the serious expression on his face last ounce of strength. And Hermione
speechless. She managed to utter only a couple of shrieking sounds of protest, but would be able to say a word, even if it did save her life.
- Boy - Severus drawled. - I would be grateful if you do not annoy this lovely little bitch, excels when the wand in my nipples.
This last sentence even beat Harry and Ron. While Draco rolled up with laughter, and Remus laughed under his breath, they finally smiled.
- I promise you that with all my strength I will try not to burn your nipples - burknęła Hermione, causing an even stronger attack gathered merriment. She looked at Severus. The corners of his mouth twitched. Was it done intentionally?
- Somehow I do not see these efforts - Severus replied dryly.
Hermione was aware that this man is insane. She knew she should get to the patient. But for heaven's Merlin! Stayed under one roof just for ten minutes, and it already świerzbiła hand to treat it a spell!
She had only hoped that Malfoy and Severus go yourself before and will not hold this desire.
- I do not know. That would depend.
- On what?
- I do not know - again admitted to the grunt. - On this day, when you took me to the principal's office and he told me that being a spy, sometimes forcing you to situations where there are no good choices. The only thing you can do is choose the lesser of two evils. I said I always trust that you will take the appropriate decision based on what you know.
- So trust me, because he trusts me? Are you so stupid? Director trusts me and trusts me Dark Lord. One of them is wrong. Or maybe both.
- Both?
- I could play on both sides to ensure myself that I'm done after this, who will win. Do you really believe in me, as you say? Let's find out, okay? One, two, three, Legilimens.
zawirowało room again and stood in front of him in the Shrieking Sack, raising his wand to cast a curse, while he excelled in Sirius, Remus Lupin was lying bound on the floor and raved at his feet. Ron and Harry also raised their wands.
No!
This time she felt his own power. She clenched her thoughts in a kind of shiny, sharp object and dźgnęła it. Blow and bounced back again attempted to break into her mind. Paired his attack and violently threw herself into his thoughts. She was sitting on a broom, Quidditch players separated the fighting, when suddenly one of them flew so close that you almost fell.
then found herself back in his office and looked at him, barely catching his breath. Hair fell on his thin face. For the first time during their session, she saw that he was embarrassed.
- What was that? - She asked. - Was one of your memories? - You ever saw that scene. It was the second Quidditch match in her first class, one that he judged. - How did I do?
He raised his head and looked up at her from above.
- The optimal time for a counterattack occurs precisely when a person successfully refutes the attacking enemy on its own territory. Maybe you're not quite as hopeless as it seemed.
- There is nothing in the death of the blessed. People are dying. Their bodies worms eat up disk. That's all. All that remains for us, it becomes just another part of the never-ending circle.
fell heavily into a chair. That was it? Do it that was all?
- And yet you are still risking their lives to rescue us. To save everyone. And even you do not like us, right?
- People in general are not very pleasant. Especially teenagers.
For once she was sure that it is completely honest.
wi.
- No. Some problems are unsolvable. That does not mean that you have to just give up. Even small improvements can help someone find a roundabout way, if there is no direct.
- If I saw a rabbit riding a tiger, did not I would think that the nature of the tiger has changed. Rather, I would bet that it still is not hungry. - He pushed his chair and stood up. Watched as somewhat withdrawn, but not commented. - Let's see your other point. Zasugerowałaś that the promise is valid only until it is contrary to your way of thinking. If I understand you were in error by making an oath, you are immediately released from all obligations? I did not know that you think in such a way ślizgoński.
leaned over her, when he said, so once again taken a step backwards.
- I was not on it! I ...
- So since now I realize that my responsibility as your teacher, is an attempt to prevent further violations, which can make your habit troublemaker ...
- I'm not ... !
- Sir! - Admonished her, looking at her with patronizing disbelief. - Do not you?
She took a further step and felt the shelves digging into her back. Drove it in the corner.
- Well, I ... I occasionally broke some rules, but I've always had a really good reason.
He looked at her, but he did not do any motion to reduce the distance that divided them.
- really a valid reason? That explains everything, does not it? People always think they have a really compelling reason to act in a way that others might be considered doubtful. If I hear your reasons, deem it as "really important"?
- I see - Severus replied, directing the words right in the chest armor. Forefinger moved his right hand after the ornament on the breastplate, as if I had never seen anything so fascinating.
- Are you really safe here - once again Hermione assured him. - Listen, Severus, what would you say it, to be here with us? You could live here and feel safe all the time.
- It's not your house - odburknął Severus. - You can not invite me. This is not your house.
- You're right, this is not my home. But Harry also would want you to live with us. It was his idea, you were staying here and has been with us safe.
Severus snorted loudly and knocked melodramatycznie eyes, clearly demonstrating their views on the subject. - Stupid little bitch, bastard hates me after all! Sooner would pick up a broom to the moon, than have done something like this!
Harry approached them and said: - "Severus, Hermione is telling the truth. I always had you somewhere, you take me too, but you do not intend to refer back to again do you harm. Become. Stay with us and stay safe.
Severus responded to this short speech very similar to previously asked Hermione, to let the cured. Clearly upset, moved his rozbieganymi eyes throughout the room. He looked into the window recess, the mallow in the pot, his eyes wandered to a desk piled papers Hermione, glancing briefly at the lamp standing next to chair Remus. Finally, for a split second glances met him and Harry. Thrusting at the end of the sight in the ground, Severus for a moment stood motionless, lost in thought. When he finally raised his head, looked straight at Draco.
Then came and knelt before the chair in which sat Draco, and laid hands on the shoulders of a friend. Penetrating him with his eyes, Severus said quietly: - Boy, you can carry on? Can you cope without me in this slot hookers?
- will go much easier if you stop worrying about you - a strong voice replied Draco. - Stay here, Severus. Stay with Potter, and let him take care of you. Me, nothing will.
- Promise me, boy, that if it gets too hot, if black slut begins to suspect something, take to their heels! Better alive than dead Gryffindor Slytherin!
— Potter powiedział mi przed chwilą to samo, ale nie aż tak elegancko — zaśmiał się Draco. — Nie martw się, Severusie. Zamierzam nadal szpiegować dla Zakonu, ale nie jestem idiotą. Jeśli tylko grunt zacznie mi się palić pod nogami, od razu zwieję. Ja też dostałem zaproszenie do tego domu. Ale ty musisz tu zostać od razu, Severusie. W porządku?
Severus puścił ramiona Dracona i przykucnął na piętach. Wywracając oczami, westchnął z irytacją: — Tak przypuszczam.
Ogromnie oględnym był Jagiełło we wszystkich przedsięwzięciach i tak usually too eager soldiers, admonished:
- Forward never get away, do not stay back!
And unto Rack comes easily too short, usually used to say, citing a proverb:
- sparrow flying some word, and returns an ox.
A.
what's bothering you?
A: Nothing.
W: I do not believe. Something else than sitting zawżdy.
Some people have a problem with the interruption of survival. It is painful.
"What right do you ask me to improve the test, which can not be improved? Your miserable life is not subject to improvement ..."
Goshia laughs.
W: It's painful.
Gośka: What is it painful?
W: How did someone so laughing, and I do not know what.
• W: Gentlemen! Since when is a butlers are beggars?
• The need me, "Psalm for you."
K: The plus?
In: Stop corruption to grow!
• W: Minus! Exactly! But just write just elect of the gods ...
• W: A man who would know what he was doing, could not have done.
• W: Such mistakes are made in primary school! No delays - for secondary schools. But in high school?
There once was a man - a bit daunting ... especially at night, although the day too afraid.
Breakfast at Tiffany's Truman Capote - the film is wonderful, the book also. I recommend the occasion in cold blood by the same author
Bible (whole, not fragments)
Mice and Men, Steinbeck
Name of the Rose, Eco
Sienkiewicz Trilogy
Pan Tadeusz, Mickiewicz
Master and Margarita, Bulgakov, Hamlet and Macbeth
, Shakespeare
Gombrowicz Gombrowicz
The Origin of Species, Darwin (yes, humanists need to know it too!)
The Sorrows of Young Werther, Goethe
Count of Monte Cristo, Dumas
Crime and Punishment, Dostoevsky
I'll throw in "The Idiot" by Dostoevsky, which is delighted last summer.
"The Plague" by A. Camus - moving, even though I had read it two more times to fully understand.
- Hello gentlemen! Today we will start brewing Veritaserum. I hope that this was already on the lectures? - Small choir of students nodded in, so the professor proceeded to explain how the preparation. Malfoy sniffed loudly and wiped his tearful eyes. Sitting on the right side Blaise, looked at him with concern. The patient is the unfortunate Malfoy Malfoy. A miserable Malfoy likes to cause trouble. Is distracted, absent the spirit and not suitable for making a complicated potion. Therefore, Zabini, although a worse job of this subject, decided not to allow Draco to the cauldron. Although
Zabini regarded this as a waste of time, Draco wanted to find the cause of death of the woman. After a life spent under the same roof as a Death Eater, he developed a certain obsession. He was alert and suspicious, how his father taught him. And above all, he did not trust zbiegom cases and circumstances. Everything has its cause - he used Lucius, stroking his long fingers foot cup of wine. - The result is what you feel. But never on it do not stop my son, because one thing can have many consequences. When you know it, you'll be able to prevent them. - Why Draco was determined to find out what or who killed the patient. If this was an unknown disease, a virus or bacterium, it is likely that more people become ill. I will die - thought blond, knowing realize that he may be in that group. However, if it were a person, then the danger it would not be reduced. Especially if that someone would be a lunatic.
- And I say that is a traitor and a deserter! Such scoundrels as he is kicking me take her down the stairs, when you, a small, yet worn the shirt in his teeth. By the way, remind me then that I told you how I lost this your porthole. Yes ... Those were the days! Today, youth is no longer! Let's drink to veterans! - Stuknęli with Lolikiem bottles and were pulled Auror continued: - And you still will disturb me in my head: "Severus caught in a trap! He resisted, but enemy forces were predominant. " This, clearly, was based. About the wall probably. In Dyrda flew to her Tommy! As they say, humpback straightens grave. And you, a little, do not worry, everything will be fine. You just have to gain experience. - Aurora thought, and snapped his fingers. - Listen, I have an idea! You have a lesson tomorrow with the sixth class, Gryffindor - Slytherin?
- Oh ... - Potions Master immediately lost humor.
- And in the morning what do you have?
- Nothing. Prepare a will. Mentally.
- Prepare to you on my lesson. Gryffindor, the sixth grade. These urchins have a short stick! I show you.
- Fridays at six o'clock, weekends from sixteenth.
- And to whom? - Draco asked, looking at the attractive waitress. He said that the work can not be that hard, since she obviously doing just fine.
- For the closing!
Zabini sighed, looking at the desperate Malfoy.
- You can do it - he whispered, when went out.
- Of course, that the ladies - blonde growled indignantly. - But it's so humiliating.
- You can always go back to London.
- You know, Zabini, but I remembered something from the teachings of his father. Real Malfoy never gives up.
It's just that somehow life went forward in a dramatic appearances. And just about that. Marek
Hlasko, owl, the daughter of a baker
"I suggest we'd slept with this task (...) Now even przelećcie this section."
''Do not be afraid! We will practice it with the stubbornness of a maniac''
I will know if the function is decreasing in the sad, and is fun ...
Nothing is impossible. They are the only things that have never been done.
"... a classic example of what the demand is rigid, one can associate, in a coffin." Professor M.
asking a student at the blackboard:
"Well, now you're desire and I'm a Sprite"
prof. Staluszka:
someone: professor, and the model electron ...? Prof. S.
: calmly, electronic design come. Today it is a demo version.
and cosmic velocity "take the body accelerates, it accelerates, and so year by year"
second cosmic velocity, "no it accelerates, it accelerates, and so that the flying some years"
"But this is not funkcjii in high school. This function is nowhere ..."
Roman law:
- Please state, the law is like a pillar, it is not skipped, but you can get around.
jurisprudence:
(digression on buszującej marten in the attic of professor)
- And I am there I left a trap. I put it in her various good things. But it is not assumed. Not like some of my colleagues, they would immediately wleźli ...
admninistracyjne Law:
- One professor said this: "Wy, admninistratywiści, to zboczeni jesteście, same akty, stosunki i organy". To taki starszy profesor, prawa cywilnego. Ja nie będę wymnieniał z nazwiska, ale był taki film "Zabic drozda"
- No i ta pani Mariolka (urzedniczka z przykładu). Czy jest na sali jakaś pani Mariola? Nie? Wiedziałem, że na tym wydziale nie będzie.
- Ja to taki złośliwy jestem...
Niektórzy ludzie mówią, że aby osiągnąć sukces, trzeba wstawać rano.
Otóż nie - trzeba wstawać w dobrym humorze.
Marcel Achard
A wiecie państwo jak po czesku brzmi słynny cytat z Hamleta? Bytka or not bytka, here is zapytka "
When about five years ago, rumors began to appear about returning Dark Lord, Gyr Chyra not happy at all. He would not replace the peace of mind to the interests of the Riddle, as would not be profitable. The more that the business tycoon is no longer regarded as viable (after twenty-two conversations pastoral). Chyra Gyr was about to finally end all the systems, but waited to Riddle himself to him. Tommy came not at once. He had some problems with the resurrection, rebirth after the piece and with a terrible drudgery. Death Eaters with Malfoy headed by hiding it each year in another place. Ministry, not to create panic, decided not to change the official version of his death. Gyr Chyra but he knew that sooner or later come to life, because Tommy was always a very stubborn boy. In the end Tommy eventually resurrected, zżarłszy a poison according to the recipe tunguskich shamans, again became a young and beautiful, their former hideout polikwidować and ordered a few months ago appeared in "Daddy" - the unwanted prezencik. Reborn
Tommy was even more audacious and arrogant. Appeared at the goblin as the blackest Maga, A Nightmare On the wings of Night, with his retinue, special effects and a variety of fireworks - until he started sniffing Chyra Gyr, or not smell of sulfur. Tom spoke to the oligarch with a careless condescension of the monarch, and immediately listed the amount which he needs to re-spin of interest. This sum was amused the old goblin.
- About finance talk to you later, Tommy - he said. - Now I discover that even for something to give to. Today's performance was worthy of high praise, but I also come to you a visit to a cloud of smoke, amid thunders and lightning, with Malfoy and Snape robiącymi balecik and even with a wick in the chorus. Praise Merlin, yet I can afford it.
Tommy is a little cool with the lid, he understood that Chyra Gyr is much more necessary to him than he Chyrowi Gyr. Dark Lord began to remember the good old days, again began to fraternizować and goblin called "daddy."
Gyr Chyra impudence Riddle craze has set in, in true Goblini rage, fortunately successfully hidden under the hood of a modern businessman. Not abandoned thinking about the cooperation with the black mage, but decided to procrastinate. Several years earlier, Tommy, going on an unplanned vacation, naciął Chyra Gyr for a large sum, and now Gyr Chyra he was going to pick her up, with all due per cent. And while Voldemort prove that the occurrence of goblińskiemu oligarsze the imprint can be very dangerous.
From the moment I decided to ask the Director Lolik his agent, and the school - a professor, his life made sense. When Severus was not going to sit back, waiting na cud, lecz podjąć własne działania w sprawie uratowania Snape’a. Lolik, naturalnie, wiedział, że podejmuje się sprawy beznadziejnej, nie mając przy tym żadnej wiedzy i kompletnie żadnych po temu kwalifikacji. Będąc jednak świeżynką w magicznym świecie, nie miał pojęcia na ile ta sprawa jest beznadziejna, a poza tym był uzbrojony w najważniejszy oręż każdego Rosjanina – „A nuż!”. Tym bardziej, że gra była warta świeczki.
Fakultet p.o. Mistrza Eliksirów – Slytherin – słusznie cieszył się opinią najtrudniejszego, a lochy uważane were a region with the highest crime at Hogwarts. When he graduated from the faculty of the Dark Lord, he suddenly began to be considered the breeding ground for warlocks. Lolikowi also did not like the dark underworld, but he felt that the dogs hang at all, without distinction is a large exaggeration. These kids were not cute, absolutely - cunning, skilful, vindictive and vengeful. Not for nothing was the emblem of Slytherin snake - a symbol showing the bright features of this department. For seven years in school just fell adolescence, as a result of getting to all together and everyone separately. However, it Lolikowi liked this bunch. They were not tępawi and phlegmatic Puchoni or Krukoni, eternally rocking in the intellectual clouds, or Gryffindors, mainly focused on its own glory and honor of his house. No, the Slytherins were children with a pragmatic approach to life, a bit cynical, but living and quite intelligent. And when a new tutor discovered that are interested in chemistry (as well as potions) love them, even to himself to not admitted. He was ready to overlook all their iniquities: the midnight orgies, smoking is not known what the dark corners, century treatises on Gryfonami, at best, ending up on the rug with the Director, in the worse - in the hospital (so far). Frankly, Lolikowi had no choice, how does that reconcile, because the fight had not yet learned. To keep the reins diablęta these small, we had a big hand, nerves of steel and powerful character. Professor Snape apparently possessed all these qualities and Lolik insanely jealous of him. The new keeper had no consideration in their care, rather tolerate it, because they were afraid of the Director. The most nightmarish year was sixth. It was there that was taught in most followers of the Dark Lord offspring (so-called Death Eaters) and their life was, to put it mildly, sucks. On the one hand pressed upon them "the dark side of power" in the form of parents, and the other - a clear, namely teachers. As a result, all students equally olali both sides, fell into decadence and did what they wanted.
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