Gauguin Geese on the Farm

Voldemort's chest rose and fell rapidly, and Harry could feel the curse coming, feel it building inside the wand pointed at his face.

"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

Blank shock showed in Voldemort's face for a moment, but then it was gone.
　　Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it. 　　　"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand."
　　　"But what does it matter?" he said softly. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone . . . and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy . . ."

　　　"But you're too late," said Harry. "You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took his wand from him."

Lorrain Landscape with Aeneas at Delos

Luckily Thanksgiving leftovers offer a smorgasbord of possibilities.
There’s the turkey, which can be piled high on panini, baked into a cheesy casserole, or simmered in soup. Cranberry relish puts a tart spin on waffles, sandwiches, and enchiladas, while a heaping pile of mashed potatoes dresses up regular old ground beef and, yes, even dessert.Here’s an ideal brunch for the gang: Crisp waffles piled high with leftover goodness. The sauce -- a rich mixture of Parmesan cheese and fresh herbs -- is filled with leftover turkey.
Pour it right over your stack of waffles, then drizzle on yesterday’s cranberries for a tart twist. Finish it off with fresh herbs lingering in your
In fact, it’s the shear number of things on the Thanksgiving table that make Friday mealtime such a treat: Half is already done for you.
Herbed Turkey and Waffles

Tamara de Lempicka Adam and Eve painting

"Do me a favor and don't tell Hermione," said Harry. "Although how she expects me to stop seeing stuff in my sleep..."

　　　He gazed up at little Pigwidgeon's cage, thinking...Why was the name "Gregorovitch" familiar?

　　　"I think," he said slowly, "he's got something to do with Quidditch. There's some connection, but I can't--I can't think what it is."

"Quidditch?" said Ron. "Sure you're not thinking of Gorgovitch?"

"Who?"

　　　"Dragomir Gorgovitch, Chaser, transferred to the Chudley Cannons for a record fee two years ago. Record holder for most Quaffle drops in a season."

"No," said Harry. "I'm definitely not thinking of Gorgovitch."

Edgar Degas Ballet Rehearsal painting

They had met, Salahuddin now gathered, to discuss their part in a remarkable political demonstration: the formation of a human chain, stretching from the Gateway of India to the outermost northern suburbs of the city, in support of "national integration". The Communist Party of India (Marxist) had recently organized just such a human chain in Kerala, with great success. "But," George Miranda argued, "here in Bombay it will be totally another matter. In Kerala the C P(M) is in power. Here, with these Shiv Sena bastards in control, we can expect every type of harassment, from police obstructionism to outand--out assaults by mobs on segments of the chain -- especially when it passes, as it will have to, through the Sena's fortresses, in Mazagaon, etc." In spite of these dangers, Zeeny explained to Salahuddin, such public demonstrations were essential. As communal violence escalated -- and Meerut was only the latest in a long line of murderous incidents -- it was imperative that the forces

Claude Monet The Petite Bras of the Seine at Argenteuil painting

Boom.
"What? Then it's a village full of sinners?"
Boom, boom.
"Baapu-ré! Then, will everybody go to hell?"
Boom, boom.
"But, bhaijan. Is there any hope for them?"
Boom, boom, the bullock offered salvation. Excitedly, Osman bent down, placing his ear by the bullock's mouth. "Tell, quickly. What should they do to be saved?" At this point the bullock plucked Osman's cap off his head and carried it around the crowd, asking for money, and Osman would nod, happily: Boom, boom.
Osman the convert and his boom-boom bullock were well liked in Titlipur, but the young man only wanted the approval of one person, and she would not give it. He had admitted to her that his conversion to Islam had been largely tactical, "Just so I could get a drink, bibi, what's a man to do?" She had been outraged by his confession, informed him that he was no Muslim at all, his