Among the shelves piled with secondhand bone china, Pomona chose only one set, its lake-green ceramic surface covered in purplish-red vines.
Ceramic was more heat-resistant than glass, and could therefore reach the temperature needed to fuse dragon bone powder with the ceramic.
After the harvest, people always celebrated with wild abandon. At first, only women took part in the Bacchanal, and men were forbidden from watching, but later it became increasingly unrestrained. The Church therefore chose to ban the Bacchanal, yet many places continued to hold it in secret.
Compared with his amorous father, Bacchus had only one human wife. She later died, and he turned the crown he had given her into Corona Borealis.
People did not necessarily lose their judgment and clear heads only after drinking. They could be just the same when "sober."
That Christmas, neither of them had drunk, yet somehow they had gotten "drunk." Elvis had been playing on the radio then.
This time, the gramophone was playing The Beatles' "When I'm Sixty-Four."
It was an interesting song:
when I get older, losing my hair, many years from now
When I'm old and my hair has fallen out, many, many years from now,
will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine
Will you still send me cards and a bottle of wine on Valentine's Day and my birthday?
will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four
When I'm sixty-four, will you still need me, still feed me?
Pomona had started taking charge of the kitchen around the year Severus graduated, though she was hardly at the school by then.
From the age of twenty until now, he had spent twenty-five years eating the food she made, food Fleur Delacour considered too greasy. He was forty-five