One day Tom was in the act of dosing the crack when his aunt's yellow cat came along, purring, eying the teaspoon avariciously, and begging for a taste.
The monster in his chest purred but then he saw Ron ripping open the tapestry curtain and drawing his wand on Harry, shouting things like " betrayal of trust" " supposed to be my friend."
You want to know what comes between me and my Calvins? she purred in her childlike voice, as she sat spread-eagle in a pair of his jeans and a taupe blouse.