Nasze życie jest jak spektakl 

"He was like an old, ramshackle house. It was gloomy and forbidding from the outside, looming up at you and trying to frighten you into going away. The door was heavy and difficult to open, and, once through, the entrance hall was no more promising. Like all good wizarding houses, it was bigger on the inside than on the outside, and there seemed to be hundreds of rooms. The first rooms you entered were cold and uninviting, and it was easy to see that most people would turn back, but if you pressed on then there were other rooms that were well-cared for with light and warmth and plump inviting sofas. 

Of course, it was a tricksy house, and you couldnt assumed that, just because one path had worked last time that it would work the next time you came to call, but you learned to tell when a corridor had moved or a door had been hidden and ignored the attempts to lead you astray. 

After several visits, the front door would open before you had a chance to push at it, and the journey to living rooms seemed shorter and easier, and you thought youd learned all the secrets of the house. 

Until one day, when you spotted the door hidden in the library, and you managed to half-open it and squeeze yourself though the small gap to find that this was where the owner of the house lived. And you knew no one else had ever been here but you and him.

It was a little untidy, with clothes scattered on the floor, and books left half-open on the table that sat by the side of the large bed with the covers thrown back and rumpled sheets as if the owner had just left. 

There was no one there, but you knew you were being watched. 

Being a neat sort of person you spend a couple of minutes picking up the books, and putting them in a neat pile with the readers place carefully marked, and the clothes folded and put on the chair. 

Then, you dimmed the lights a little, shed your clothes and slipped under the covers. A shadow, a little darker than the rest, detached itself from the others, and then there was someone next to you wrapping you in their arms."