What? You mean, not everyone can move things with their mind?
 

"You may believe me to be a witch, and who knows maybe I am, but I am certainly not a good one. I don’t know the first thing about the wizarding world, except that you seem to dress funny and have an eerie way of knowing everything. I’d be complete rubbish!”

Did I just use the word ‘rubbish’? Since when did I use the word rubbish?
 

It was time I finally came clean. She was one of my best friends. She had always been in my life for as long as I can remember. We would talk for hours on end sometimes, and then not for months but I always knew that if I needed something I could ask her. She had always kept my secrets; she deserved to know the biggest secret of them all. But first . . .
 
 

Is it possible to speak a language you do not know?
 
 

“Nothing.” I lied. “Just a bug.” I didn’t want to alarm her so I quickly caught up, all the while keeping an eye out for the man following us.
 
 

Who the heck was Ginny? Of course Harry Perfect would have a girlfriend. Maybe they were on the rocks; did anyone else see his face when Dumbledore asked about her? The conversation had turned towards the ministry, but I wanted to hear more about this Ginny person. What kind of name is “Ginny”? Sounds like a rude name you would call an alcoholic.
 

I rolled into my room and leaned against the door. My heart continued to flutter against the wall of my chest. My brain swam in visions of his perfect eyes. Oh how glad I was that he couldn’t see this stupid grin on my face.
 
 
 

“I am far better than you! Your heart is dead! Ní bheidh tú bua!” I attacked again; she hit the stone and merely laughed.
 

We were being ripped from the dream as it faded away. My stomach was in knots as realization flooded over me.
 
 

I gasped and grabbed at a stich in my side. Limping, I made my way over to the newly built opening. All I saw over the edge was a heap of rocks and rubble. I leaned against the rough rock and tried to steady my breathing. It was over.