Alec Keeps Sending Me Annoying

I Know What I'm Asking. For You To Find A Needle In - God, Not Even A Haystack. A Needle In A Tower Of Other Needles." "plunge Your Hand In A Tower Of Needles," Said Magnus, "and You Are Likely To Cut Yourself Badly. Are You Sure This Is What You Want?

Mr. Branwell And Mr. Carstairs Seem To Have No Problem Cleaning Their Boots,” Sophie Said, Looking Darkly From Will To Tessa. “perhaps You Could Learn From Their Example.” “perhaps,” Said Will. “but I Doubt It.” Sophie Scowled, And Started Off Along The Corridor Again, Her Shoulders Tightly Set With Indignation. Tessa Looked At Will In Amazement. “what Was That?” Will Shrugged Lazily. “sophie Enjoys Pretending She Doesn’t Like Me.” “doesn’t Like You? She Hates You!

The Weapons Room Looked Exactly The Way Something Called "the Weapons Room" Sounded Like It Would Look.

Is This Some Manly Bonding Thing I Can't Be A Part Of? Are You Getting Matching Haircuts?

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.