An essay about one of the characters from the Harry Potter book:

There are a lot of phrases that/which tell us that there is no point <s>to</s> in predicting a person's behaviour according to their clothes or appearance. For example – 'Clothes do not make the <s>men </s>man', or 'It is not the gay coat that makes the <s>gentelmen</s> gentleman'. Although sometimes we do see <s>bring</s> features that allow us to create <s>the</s> a full impression about someone.

I would like to share my thoughts about Harry's Aunt Marge. She was Uncle Vernon’s sister, which means she was not a blood relative of Harry’s, whose mother had been Aunt Petunia’s sister. Despite that fact, Harry had been forced to call her “Aunt” all his life.

Aunt Marge bred bulldogs and obviously she had a lot of things in common with her dogs – large jaw,

shovel-like hands, tiny bloodshot eyes. She was also very much like Uncle Vernon: large, beefy, and purple-faced. She even had a mustache, though not as bushy as his.

Reading about her appearance <s>is</s> makes me quite tense and anxious, I feel sort of <s>dangerous</s> from it (<em>dangerous isn't the right adjective, maybe nervous, afraid or perturbed by/about it is what you are trying to say). </em>It is true, that offensive and even <s>violence</s> violent behaviour was Aunt Marge's casual attitude. She was strict and rude with anyone who had different interests or values. I think being different was innappropriate <s>for </s>to her and that's what I saw immediately.