similitudes

SIMILARITIES OF STYLE􀀀
P202: “HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed.􀀀
P196: “SO WHAT?” Harry shouted. ….There won’t be any Hogwarts to get􀀀
expelled from! “􀀀 (use of caps for specific emphasis)􀀀
P63: A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped􀀀
inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair which Hagrid􀀀
sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library;􀀀
he swallowed a lot of new questions which had just occurred to him and looked􀀀
instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For􀀀
some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here􀀀
seemed to tingle with some secret magic.􀀀
P115: They pulled on their dressing-gowns, picked up their wands and crept􀀀
across the tower room, down the spiral staircase and into the Gryffindor􀀀
common-room. A few embers were still glowing in the fireplace, turning all the􀀀
armchairs into hunched black shadows. They had almost reached the portrait􀀀
hole when a voice spoke from the chair nearest them: “I can’t believe you are􀀀
going to do this, Harry.􀀀
P108: At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron and the other Gryffindors􀀀
hurried down the front steps into the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a􀀀
clear, breezy day and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down􀀀
the sloping lawns towards a smooth lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to􀀀
the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.􀀀
P54: For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were􀀀
sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a􀀀
long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old barman, who was quIte􀀀
bald and looked like a gummy walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when􀀀
they walked in.􀀀
P67: ‘Yes, you know, BELIEFS!’􀀀
P30: Li Po could THINK!􀀀 (use of caps for specific emphasis)􀀀
P78: The entrance to the Virtue Agency lay atop of a steep flight of marble steps.􀀀
The huge glass door was flanked by lofty statues in the Greek style and there􀀀
were a brace of bronze lions on their plinths. As soon as he entered the spacious􀀀
foyer his eyes met a pretty little girl seated at a desk big enough for a game of􀀀
ping-pong. She was evidently the receptionist and a busy one at that, for she had􀀀
no less than six phones all around her. So acute was Owen's shyness that he􀀀
hesitated before approaching her and instead pretended to read the notice board􀀀
that stretched right across the far wall. He adjusted what was left of his clothes􀀀
and tried to ignore the chaffed toes that poked through his trainers.􀀀
P51: He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then another until finally he􀀀
regained his composure. Slowly, he began to descend.􀀀When he touched the􀀀
ground he fell down flat in the dust and lay there listening to his heart pounding􀀀
aware that his fingers were still fluttering like blades of grass􀀀. He hauled himself􀀀
towards the gate and lent back against it letting out an enormous sigh of relief. Li􀀀
Po flew down and perched on his shoulder.􀀀
'Can't...can't understand how that gate got locked...I was sure....”􀀀
“I locked it,” said the bird.􀀀
P17: Standing there at the rails, a light warm breeze blowing through his thin􀀀
blond hair he felt good. It was a beautiful night filled with the scent of plants, the􀀀
moon so hugely near and bright, and the sea so calm. He stood there, looking out􀀀
at the vast expanse of the ocean hoping to see again, in the dying light, the school􀀀
of dolphins that had followed the ship for miles.􀀀
P45: The village was quiet as he approached and seemed to lack any color but a􀀀
mousy grey. A dog or something whimpered in the distance. Shutters creaked in a􀀀
blustery wind. He pushed the big wooden gate. It gave way easily. Still, he could􀀀
hear nothing. A long street flanked by old tenements stretched before him in the􀀀
dying light. There were no pavements and no tarmac on the road, just the same􀀀
old grey dust everywhere. He could see no signs of life at first until at the very􀀀
end of the street he spied what he thought was a pile of rags.􀀀
EXPLANATION:􀀀The origins of the style are fully􀀀 Page 1􀀀
explained in the complete version of this document.􀀀