That old black magic has me in it’s spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
_Ella Fitzgerald
inktober
Inktober 2018 ~ Roasted
Ham: Hey, Smalls, You Wanna S’More?
Smalls: Some More Of What?
Ham: No, Do You Wanna S’More?
Smalls: I Haven’T Had Anything Yet, So How Can I Have Some More Of Nothing?
Ham: You’Re Killing Me Smalls!
_The Sandlot
Inktober 2018 ~ Tranquil
Don’t hate, meditate…..Namaste.
Inktober 2018 ~ Poisonous
All mushrooms are edible, but some only once. _Croation Proverb
Inktober 2017 ~ Mask
There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. _Voldemort
inktober 2017 ~ Found
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys’ house.
‘Could I – could I say goodbye to him, sir?’ asked Hagrid.
He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. ‘Shhh!’ hissed Professor McGonagall. ‘You’ll wake the Muggles!’
Inktober 2017 ~ United
“Dumbledore’s eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore speak to him, never again could he help…“