"And lay in provisions to trap-proof the wood." He points an emphatic, frustrated finger at Albus, and declares, "Yes--that's why nothing's any good!"
I certainly HAVE he thinks back vehemently. But who else is going to do it? I think your addiction is contagious, damn you. Incidentally, I don't believe you've lived in fear a day in your life. Pause. Not a whole day, anyway.