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"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

October arrived on a crazy Halloween day, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden
spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears
for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from
under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams,
and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not
dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor
Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams,
and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not
dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor
Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team,
had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven
greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.
As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick,
the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their
requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."

As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick,
the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their
requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."
"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair,
and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry
could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.
"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.

"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair,
and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry
could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.
"So do you," said Harry.

"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.
"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . .
Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"

"So do you," said Harry.
In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . .
Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"
"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, "that getting hit forty-five
times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"

In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.
"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree.

"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, "that getting hit forty-five
times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"
"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean,
it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read
furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be
impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the
greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes,
Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'"

"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree.
Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.

"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean,
it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read
furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be
impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the
greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes,
Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'"
"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no,
it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore."

Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.
"I would have accepted you in Nearly Headless Nick!" said Harry.

"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no,
it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore."
"Yes, but you're a wizard Harry!" exclaimed Nick.
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I'm not superstitious, but I'm a little-stitious. -Michael Scott

If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce. -Gucci Mane

You musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling. -Inception

Quotes from Big Bang Theory:

Raj: I don't like bugs, okay. They freak me out.
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If you ain't first, you're last. -Ricky Bobby

Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long. -Rascal Flatts

The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell. -Imagine Dragons

And I want these words to make things right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life. -Fall Out Boy

Be happy because life is too good and too short to waste. -A wise Uber driver