Your legs, as when you think of the heroics and slapdash valor that has gone on there, you cannot help but get weak in the knees and swoon over the glamor and glory of it all.
Oh, how my beating heart doth betray me... or my rancid B.O. one of those two always gives away the swoon.
Originally Posted by rajagiri10
Our life is a magic done by god.
Yeah I know. We roomed together at Hogwarts. Class of '65, baby! WOO!