“Nothing is ever as it appears. Ever does both preconception and experience colour perception. We cannot avoid them, but we can all better serve ourselves by being aware of their influence.”
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
The sound of voices filled the open area in front of the large building. The din was so loud almost nothing else could be heard but the sound of the cars that bustled by in the crowded streets and streamed in and out of the parking lot. Throughout Paddington Station, the guards grumbled to themselves at the absurd levels of people pouring into the station. The veteran guards, of course, were prepared for it, as it was always like this on the First of September, though none of them could think of why.
The station was packed with crowds of travellers and commuters, but there were others who were at best difficult to ignore. They were often
Snape rushed to the back of the classroom, thrusting the crowding students out of the way, and kneeling next to Harry, wordlessly casting as many disarmament charms as he was able. They lit up Harry’s body in brilliant colours, but did nothing to abate the ongoing malady.
“Get back!” Snape roared as Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan attempted a closer look. The necklace which had wrapped itself around Harry was glowing gold, with pink tendrils, and demonstrating a rather considerable display of power for