“… find harry,” ron bellowed in hermiones ear, pressing a wand into her hand, [as] they edged out of the room again into rons own bedroom, which seemed even smaller than it really was because every inch of the walls and ceiling had been covered in magical flyers and posters, the orange of idksomewizardshit and the black and red of broomsticksportballteam predominating.
when youre reading about wizards zippity zapping each other with big red sparkles, you tend to be a bit more forgiving of the language
i think maybe part of it is the subject matter.
when youre reading about wizards zippity zapping each other with big red sparkles, you tend to be a bit more forgiving of the language