Something he could do without being taught/ J. K. Rowling
Harry grabbed his broom. “No!” shouted Hermione Granger. “Madam Hooch told us not to move — you’ll get us all into trouble.” Harry ignored her. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped […]
Weeds grow weeds/ Federico Garcia Lorca
YERMA. We’ve no children. …Juan! JUAN. What is it? YERMA. I love you, don’t I? […]