It's my birthday! Did any of you get me a banana?
The amygdala has an especially tantalizing scent when singed.
You know about these, right?
It's like drinking the bottle at both ends.
Sometimes there just aren't any cakes to be had.
Though usually the flame goes under the cauldron, I'm not gonna complain. I'm gonna pretend I'm Severus Snape and yell at my imaginary students.
I'd be happy to scrape candle wax off my table for a few weeks if it means I get to light my chandelier on fire. Bring it!