haha what a genius
I don’t know but it felt as if something that grew in the ground — asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between root-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years.
“We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?”
Prisoner of Azkaban scenery