Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Fragonard The Love Letter

Fragonard The Love LetterVan Gogh Green Wheat Field with Cypress. Saint-RemyLeighton A FavourLeighton Forest Tryst
black cylinder with a ghostly moon hanging behind it in the afternoon sky. "That's got to be Luna's house, who else would live in a place like that? It looks like a giant rook!"

"It's nothing like a bird," said Hermione, frowning at the tower.

"I was talking about a chess rook," said Ron. "A castle to you."

   Ron's legs were the longest and he reached the top of the hill first. When Harry and Hermione caught up with him, panting and clutching stitches in their sides, they found him grinning broadly.

"It's theirs," said Ron. "Look."
KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS    The gate creaked as they opened it. The zigzagging path leading to the front door was overgrown with a variety of odd plants, including a bush
Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broke-down gate. The first read, THE QUIBBLER. EDITOR, X. LOVEGOOD

the second,

PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE

the third,

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