I Take My Tea With Sugar

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Chapter 6 The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters 

“Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, “Anything off the cart, dears?” Harry, who hadn’t had any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron’s ears went pink again and he muttered that he’d brought sandwiches. Harry leaned out into the corridor.”

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The Art Of Sophie Hatter’s Shop - Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) 

“Does it matter if there are no hats to sell?” she asked it. She looked round the assembled hats, on stands or waiting in a heap to be trimmed. “What good are you all?” she asked them. “You certainly aren’t doing me a scrap of good.”

And she was within an ace of leaving the house and setting out to seek her fortune, until she remembered she was the eldest and there was no point. She took up the hat again, sighing.”

“ maybe i can stay and find some other nice people who will like me   and accept me for who i am ”