I was once a stall. I got the job because I thought it would be a good way to get money, but it was really awkward. I decided to quit when a guy walked in, took a crap on the floor, and smeared it all over my walls. Then I resumed my life as a pancake.
Personally I'm more of a believer in QuirrelxVoldemort.
Breathing is good
I'm a little child and the candy in the car is real.