Merge pull request #26 from ThrawnCA/typos-20210510

use comma before closing quote when the sentence isn't done

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             <p>She sniffed, but nodded. Uncle Vernon, on the other hand, reached out toward Hedwig’s cage and locked a padlock around the door.</p>
             <p>“What are you – ?” Harry asked, stepping forward without thinking. He was shoved back against the wall and held there by Vernon’s hand.</p>
             <p>“That – Bloody – Owl – Stays – Here! Or I will personally wring its neck. We had a visit after you left for that bloody school. Constable came around, asking why you’d been seen outside late at night.”</p>
-            <p>“S-sometimes, I can’t s-sleep, when it’s hot. So I just take a walk.” Harry said quickly, hating the quaver in his voice. “I d-didn’t want to bother anyone.”</p>
+            <p>“S-sometimes, I can’t s-sleep, when it’s hot. So I just take a walk,” Harry said quickly, hating the quaver in his voice. “I d-didn’t want to bother anyone.”</p>
             <p>Vernon’s meaty paw had a handful of Harry’s sweatshirt. He pulled him away from the wall and slammed him into it again. “There will be no more late night walks of yours, freak, or I’ll fix it so you never walk again. Your aunt isn’t sticking up for you anymore, and if I had my way you’d be dead. Understand?”</p>
             <p>Harry couldn’t ever recall seeing his uncle so full of murderous intent. He just nodded his head dumbly. He was still trapped by circumstances. He had to stay here or everything might go to hell and everyone he cared about would die. “Yes, Uncle Vernon. I’m sorry and it won’t happen again,” he said meekly, hating himself even as the words left his mouth.</p>
             <p>Harry found himself shoved toward the stairs, and tripped catching his footing. His cousin Dudley was watching from the second floor, his piggy eyes gleaming as Harry shakily ascended the stairs. As Harry passed him, Dudley shoved him hard with his elbow. Harry bounced painfully off the wall, but managed to stumble past, instead of falling back down the stairs.</p>

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             <p>“Arthur, this isn’t a good place for her to be – he’s, well he’s—”</p>
             <p>“Been beaten half to death, the ways the boys described it,” Arthur said with a sigh. “She was just as upset as you are. I couldn’t leave her with someone else right now. Percy volunteered to stay at home in case any owls come.”</p>
             <p>“I suppose it’s for the best,” Molly sighed. She knew her husband would not be able to refuse his little girl’s tears.</p>
-            <p>“If everything is under control here, I need to make another trip.” Arthur said suddenly.</p>
+            <p>“If everything is under control here, I need to make another trip,” Arthur said suddenly.</p>
             <p>Molly frowned. Her husband’s expression had gone very grim. An expression her own mum had called fighting mad. She couldn’t recall seeing him this angry since the war. “Arthur, where are you going?” she said softly.</p>
             <p>“I need to talk to Albus,” he said and began walking toward the sitting room entrance. Molly let out a sigh and walked over to her youngest and smoothed a wandering strand of hair off of her forehead.</p>
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             <p>“You mean a duel?” Ron asked, surprised.</p>
             <p>“That isn’t a civilized way of settling things,” Hermione said in a disapproving tone. “It doesn’t prove what’s right, it just shows who is the better duellist.”</p>
             <p>“Maybe so,” Harry agreed, “but it’d be nice to keep certain people’s mouths from writing cheques their bodies can’t cash.” Hermione looked thoughtful at that, but everyone else in the compartment was confused. Harry sighed and explained the Muggle figure of speech.</p>
-            <p>“You’re right, mate.” Ron said happily. “A good cursing or two would encourage polite behaviour.” He grinned. “Especially with all the curses Hermione has learned.”</p>
+            <p>“You’re right, mate,” Ron said happily. “A good cursing or two would encourage polite behaviour.” He grinned. “Especially with all the curses Hermione has learned.”</p>
             <p>Hermione rolled her eyes as they all laughed, but Harry noticed her cheeks grow a bit pink as well. Harry leaned back in his seat and felt the tension ebb out of him. Being with all of his friends again was like a tonic after the tension of the drive to King’s Cross. For a moment Harry wished this train ride could last forever, delaying their arrival at Hogwarts. For now, his friends were happy and safe, and that was all he could ask for. He didn’t even realize he was dozing as the murmur of conversation lulled him to sleep.</p>
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             <p>“I don’t count Peter,” Harry said tightly.</p>
             <p>“I’m not counting the little rat either,” Sirius agreed. “Remus, me, and you, Prongs the second.”</p>
             <p>“Me?” Harry asked.</p>
-            <p>“You.” Sirius said firmly. “Your Patronus is still a stag, right?”</p>
+            <p>“You,” Sirius said firmly. “Your Patronus is still a stag, right?”</p>
             <p>Harry nodded.</p>
             <p>“Good. Your Animagus form, if you have one, is likely to be the same, but that’s enough by itself to justify the name. I imagine you gave Remus a good shock the first time he saw it… Anyway, what you’ve described to me sounds like the greatest prank in history, and more than sufficient grounds for your induction into the august ranks of the Marauders.”</p>
             <p>“A prank?” Harry asked, his mind refusing to make the connection.</p>

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             <p>By this point, Harry was feeling a little guilty. Not so much for the twins as for their unwitting accomplice. With some trepidation, he approached the hulking girl sitting on the stands where she could observe the entrance to the changing rooms.</p>
             <p>“Er, Melissa?”</p>
             <p>“Yes?” she said in a surprisingly pleasant voice.</p>
-            <p>“I, er, I need to apologize.” Harry said, stumbling over his words.</p>
+            <p>“I, er, I need to apologize,” Harry said, stumbling over his words.</p>
             <p>“Whatever for?” she asked.</p>
             <p>“Well, we, I mean, I didn’t think you’d take that valentine so seriously,” he said. “We were getting back at them for a rather nasty joke they pulled, so…”</p>
             <p>“I know,” Melissa said, nodding.</p>

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             <p>“I can’t believe Professor Dumbledore would sanction his conduct,” Molly said in an aggrieved voice. Their owl to Dumbledore had received a quick reply. While he was quick to reassure them that he had the situation under control, and that he would ask Professor Snape about these accusations, Arthur couldn’t help but note that the headmaster never directly promised that he’d put a halt to the mental invasions. It appeared that Harry’s speculations were proven correct.</p>
             <p>“There may be some situation going on there that needs such extreme measures,” Arthur allowed, “but I don’t think <em>our</em> children are involved in such things. Not being able to scan their minds shouldn’t cause any problems. And remember, Harry promised he will tell us everything as soon as we can keep that information fully to ourselves.”</p>
             <p>“But what if we think it’s something the headmaster needs to know, or even the Ministry?” Molly wondered aloud.</p>
-            <p>“I think Harry realises that’s possible. He trusts our judgement, Molly, and I think we should trust his, for now.” Arthur said with a smile. In truth, he’d come to think of the serious young man like a seventh son. The boy’s words at the Ministry custody hearing came back to him. Never mind what he’d done for the Wizarding world, the boy had earned at least a little trust.</p>
+            <p>“I think Harry realises that’s possible. He trusts our judgement, Molly, and I think we should trust his, for now,” Arthur said with a smile. In truth, he’d come to think of the serious young man like a seventh son. The boy’s words at the Ministry custody hearing came back to him. Never mind what he’d done for the Wizarding world, the boy had earned at least a little trust.</p>
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             <p>Ron swallowed and made a face. “Sorry, Harry, you’re right.”</p>
             <p>Harry gave Ron a crooked smile. “I might not be above a little private gloating among friends though,” he admitted.</p>
             <p>Ron chuckled as he took another bite of his pie. He began coughing and choking until Hermione handed him a glass of water. Harry thumped his friend’s back until he swallowed and took a deep breath.</p>
-            <p>“Thanks, mate.” Ron said hoarsely, “Don’t want to kick it before I can attend my first Snape-less Potions class!”</p>
+            <p>“Thanks, mate,” Ron said hoarsely. “Don’t want to kick it before I can attend my first Snape-less Potions class!”</p>
             <p>The rest of them laughed a bit, but Hermione just rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Ron!” she said, but her voice sounded more amused than annoyed.</p>
             <p>By the time they returned to their dormitories, Harry could barely stand. He checked the damaged trunk, and let out a heartfelt sigh of relief. The Glock was still where he’d left it, under some of his first year books, wrapped in one of Vernon’s old socks. After re-packing it, Harry collapsed onto his bed, still half-dressed, and pulled the curtains shut. Sleep overcame him with the drone of conversation still filling his ears.</p>
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             <p>“I need to get something for Hermione,” Ron said quickly. “She likes books, right?”</p>
             <p>“I guess,” Harry said slowly.</p>
             <p>“Last year, she said she really liked your present from here. How did you know which one to get her?” Ron asked. “She’s mad about reading, you know. How can I tell if she’s read one already?”</p>
-            <p>“That’s a good question, Ron.” Harry said. “You could get her a general reference work, so she’ll still need it even if she’s read it before.”</p>
+            <p>“That’s a good question, Ron,” Harry said. “You could get her a general reference work, so she’ll still need it even if she’s read it before.”</p>
             <p>“You mean like a book of Arithmancy tables?” Ron asked, clearly dismayed.</p>
             <p>Harry nodded. “I know, it doesn’t seem very… special… does it? Not for a present.” Especially not if Ron was starting to have some feelings for their mutual friend.</p>
             <p>Ron nodded.</p>

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             <p>“When your name came out, you were subject to a binding magical contract,” Dumbledore replied carefully. “Breaking it would incur… harsh penalties.”</p>
             <p>“What if I destroy the Goblet first?” Harry asked, raising his wand again.</p>
             <p>Dumbledore’s eyes widened and for once, Harry saw the man lose his equilibrium. “Harry! No! I mean…” He swallowed as a flick of his wand raised an almost opaque shield around the quiescent Goblet. “Destroying an ancient, one-of-a-kind artefact to avoid competing would not be seen kindly by the wizarding world, Mr. Potter.”</p>
-            <p>“That’s not my problem, Headmaster.” Harry said flatly. He heard a few gasps. Dammit. People were not supposed to openly defy the Great Albus Dumbledore, Harry reminded himself. He needed to dial it back a notch before he revealed too much. Hermione was going to kill him stone dead. At least much of this could be attributed to his temper, which was well established in the Hogwarts Rumour Mill™.</p>
+            <p>“That’s not my problem, Headmaster,” Harry said flatly. He heard a few gasps. Dammit. People were not supposed to openly defy the Great Albus Dumbledore, Harry reminded himself. He needed to dial it back a notch before he revealed too much. Hermione was going to kill him stone dead. At least much of this could be attributed to his temper, which was well established in the Hogwarts Rumour Mill™.</p>
             <p>“Your magic is held in abeyance by the Goblet, Mr. Potter. The destruction of the Goblet would likely invoke the penalties you seek to avoid.”</p>
             <p>Harry felt his shoulders sag a little as he lowered his wand. He was well and truly trapped. “Fine. I’ll comply, as long as you answer one question.”</p>
             <p>“A question, Mr. Potter?” Dumbledore asked as he warily stepped toward Harry.</p>