Fix overfull hboxes (except for a few under 2pt overfull)

chapters/hpmor-chapter-005.tex

@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ \chapter{The Fundamental Attribution Error}
 
 Harry kicked the brick wall of the alley hard enough to make his foot hurt. “People think that I saved them from You-Know-Who because I’m some kind of great warrior of the Light.”
 
-“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord…” murmured the witch, a strange irony leavening her voice.
+“The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord…” murmured the witch, a strange irony leavening her voice.
 
 “Yes,” Harry said, annoyance and frustration warring in him, “like I destroyed the Dark Lord because I have some kind of permanent, enduring destroy-the-Dark-Lord trait. I was fifteen months old at the time! I don’t \emph{know} what happened, but I would \emph{suppose} it had something to do with, as the saying goes, contingent environmental circumstances. And certainly nothing to do with my personality. People don’t care about \emph{me,} they aren’t even paying attention to \emph{me,} they want to shake hands with a \emph{bad explanation}.” Harry paused, and looked at McGonagall. “Do \emph{you} know what really happened?”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-006.tex

@@ -146,15 +146,15 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 “Gryffindors,” spat Professor McGonagall, the word carrying a freight of bitterness and despair that fell like an eternal curse on all youthful enthusiasm and high spirits.
 
-“Deputy Headmistress Professor Minerva McGonagall,” Harry said, putting his hands sternly on his hips. “I am not going to be in Gryffindor—”
+“Deputy Headmistress Professor Minerva McGonagall,” Harry said, putting his hands sternly on his hips. “I am not going to be in Gryffindor…”
 
 At this point the Deputy Headmistress interjected something about how if he \emph{was} she would figure out how to kill a hat, which odd remark Harry let pass without comment, though the salesgirl seemed to be having a sudden coughing fit.
 
-“—I am going to be in Ravenclaw. And if you really think that I’m planning to do something dangerous, then, honestly, you don’t understand me \emph{at all.} I don’t \emph{like} danger, it is \emph{scary.} I am being \emph{prudent.} I am being \emph{cautious.} I am preparing for \emph{unforeseen contingencies.} Like my parents used to sing to me: \emph{Be prepared! That’s the Boy Scout’s marching song! Be prepared! As through life you march along! Don’t be nervous, don’t be flustered, don’t be scared—be prepared!}”
+“…I am going to be in Ravenclaw. And if you really think that I’m planning to do something dangerous, then, honestly, you don’t understand me \emph{at all.} I don’t \emph{like} danger, it is \emph{scary.} I am being \emph{prudent.} I am being \emph{cautious.} I am preparing for \emph{unforeseen contingencies.} Like my parents used to sing to me: \emph{Be prepared! That’s the Boy Scout’s marching song! Be prepared! As through life you march along! Don’t be nervous, don’t be flustered, don’t be scared—be prepared!}”
 
 (Harry’s parents had in fact only ever sung him those \emph{particular} lines of that Tom Lehrer song, and Harry was blissfully unaware of the rest.)
 
-Professor McGonagall’s stance had slightly softened—though mostly when Harry had said that he was heading for Ravenclaw. “What sort of \emph{contingency} do you imagine this kit might prepare you for, \emph{young man?}”
+Professor McGonagall’s stance had slightly softened—though mostly when Harry had said that he was heading for Ravenclaw. “What sort of\linebreak\ \emph{contingency} do you imagine this kit might prepare you for, \emph{young man?}”
 
 “One of my classmates gets bitten by a horrible monster, and as I scrabble frantically in my mokeskin pouch for something that could help her, she looks at me sadly and with her last breath says, \emph{‘Why weren’t you prepared?’} And then she dies, and I know as her eyes close that she won’t ever forgive me—”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-018.tex

@@ -290,7 +290,7 @@ \chapter{Dominance Hierarchies}
 
 And the thought that Harry didn’t let himself think was that he just couldn’t face this future if he wasn’t angry.
 
-So he cast his thoughts back and remembered the burning humiliation—
+So he cast his thoughts back and remembered the burning humiliation…
 
 \emph{Tut, tut. Fame clearly isn’t everything.}
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-019.tex

@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ \chapter{Delayed Gratification}
 
 Draco nodded. “Okay.”
 
-Mr~Crabbe and Mr~Goyle looked \emph{very} unhappy. “Boss—” said Mr~Crabbe.
+Mr~Crabbe and Mr~Goyle looked \emph{very} unhappy. “Boss…” said Mr~Crabbe.
 
 “You’ve given Mr~Potter no reason to trust you,” Draco said. “Go!”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-021.tex

@@ -196,7 +196,7 @@ \chapter{Rationalization}
 
 Draco stared at the shadowy figure for a while, his eyes narrowed. “Nice trap, Harry,” he said. “I’ll have to remember that one, it’s new.”
 
-The shadowy figure shook his head. “It’s not a trap, Draco. Remember—I \emph{don’t know} what we’ll find. But you do not understand the universe by arguing with it or telling it to come back with a different answer next time. When you put on the robes of a scientist you must forget all your politics and arguments and factions and sides, silence the desperate clingings of your mind, and wish only to hear the answer of Nature.” The shadowy figure paused. “Most people can’t do it. That’s why this is difficult. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just learn about the brain?”
+The shadowy figure shook his head. “It’s not a trap, Draco. Remember, I \emph{don’t know} what we’ll find. But you do not understand the universe by arguing with it or telling it to come back with a different answer next time. When you put on the robes of a scientist you must forget all your politics and arguments and factions and sides, silence the desperate clingings of your mind, and wish only to hear the answer of Nature.” The shadowy figure paused. “Most people can’t do it. That’s why this is difficult. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just learn about the brain?”
 
 “And if I tell you I’d rather learn about the brain,” Draco said, his voice now hard, “you’ll go around telling people that I was afraid of what I’d find.”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-027.tex

@@ -367,7 +367,7 @@ \chapter{Empathy}
 
 “\emph{Who} do you think you \emph{are?}” said the handsome one, starting to sound angry.
 
-\emph{I am Neville, the last scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Longbottom—}
+\emph{I am Neville, last scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Longbottom—}
 
 Neville couldn’t say it.
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-028.tex

@@ -540,7 +540,7 @@ \chapter{Reductionism}
 
 It had started out as an ordinary job interview, Sybill Trelawney applying for the position of Professor of Divination.
 
-\prophesy{The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches,\\ born to those who have thrice defied him,\\ born as the seventh month dies,\\ and the dark lord will mark him as his equal,\\ but he will have power the dark lord knows not,\\ and either must destroy all but a remnant of the other,\\ for those two different spirits cannot exist in the same world.}
+\prophesy{The one with power to vanquish the dark lord approaches,\\ born to those who have thrice defied him,\\ born as the seventh month dies,\\ and the dark lord will mark him as his equal,\\ but he will have power the dark lord knows not,\\ and either must destroy all but a remnant of the other,\\ for those two different spirits cannot exist in the same world.}
 
 Those dreadful words, spoken in that terrible booming voice, didn’t seem to fit something like partial Transfiguration.
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-030.tex

@@ -327,7 +327,7 @@
 
 And Neville got to his feet, panting. He knew he should be moving, people were yelling “Somnium!” all over the place—
 
-“\emph{I am Neville, the last scion of Longbottom!}” screamed Neville to the sky above, holding his wand pointed straight up as though to challenge the blazing blue heaven itself, knowing that nothing after this day would ever be the same again. “\emph{Neville of Chaos! Face me if you da—}”
+“\emph{I am Neville, last scion of Longbottom!}” screamed Neville to the sky above, holding his wand pointed straight up as though to challenge the blazing blue heaven itself, knowing that nothing after this day would ever be the same again. “\emph{Neville of Chaos! Face me if you da—}”
 
 (When Neville woke up afterwards, he was told that Dragon Army had taken this as their cue to counter-attack.)
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-037.tex

@@ -47,7 +47,9 @@ \chapter{Interlude: Crossing the Boundary}
 
 “But,” Harry said, still quietly, “you and I really must speak further on politics, at some point.”
 
-Professor Quirrell sighed. “I know you dislike condescension, Mr~Potter—”
+Professor Quirrell sighed.
+
+“I know you dislike condescension, Mr~Potter—”
 
 That was a bit of an understatement.
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-057.tex

@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@
 
 What made it harder was that he couldn’t slump against a wall, couldn’t break into tears, couldn’t even heave a sigh. His dear Bella was watching him and that wasn’t the sort of thing her Dark Lord would do.
 
-“My Lord—” Bellatrix said. Her low voice was strained. “The Dementors—they are coming—I can feel them, my Lord—”
+“My Lord…” Bellatrix said. Her low voice was strained. “The Dementors…they are coming…I can feel them, my Lord…”
 
 “Thank you, Bella,” said a dry voice, “I already know that.”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-058.tex

@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@
 But to accomplish the same end as a first-year Hogwarts student, you had to be \emph{efficient.}
 
 Luckily—well, not \emph{luckily}, luck had nothing to do with
-it—\emph{conscientiously}, Harry had practised Transfiguration for an extra hour every day, to the point where he was ahead of even Hermione in that one class; he’d practised partial Transfiguration to the point where his thoughts had begun taking the true universe for granted, so that it required only slightly more effort to keep its timeless quantum nature in mind, even as he kept a firm mental separation between the concept of Form and the concept of substance.
+it\emdashhyp\emph{conscientiously}, Harry had practised Transfiguration for an extra hour every day, to the point where he was ahead of even Hermione in that one class; he’d practised partial Transfiguration to the point where his thoughts had begun taking the true universe for granted, so that it required only slightly more effort to keep its timeless quantum nature in mind, even as he kept a firm mental separation between the concept of Form and the concept of substance.
 
 And the \emph{problem} with that art having become so routine…
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-064.tex

@@ -194,7 +194,7 @@ \chapter{Omake Files IV, Alternate Parallels}
 “I am \emph{sick} of this!” shouted Liono. “Sick of doing this \emph{every single week!} Our species was capable of \emph{interstellar travel}, Panthro, I \emph{know} the quantities of energy involved! There is no \emph{way} you can’t build a nuke or steer an asteroid or \emph{somehow} blow up that ever-living idiot’s pyramid!”
 
 \clearpage
-\OmakeIVsection{He-Man and the Masters of Rationality}
+\OmakeIVsection[1.2]{He-Man and the Masters of Rationality}
 
 “Fabulous secret knowledge was revealed to me on the day I held aloft my magic book and said: \emph{By the power of Bayes’s Theorem!}”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-071.tex

@@ -192,7 +192,7 @@
 
 As she stepped through the doorway, Draco Malfoy—who was perfectly groomed even inside his own bedroom—rose up from his desk chair to greet her with a small friendly bow, wearing a charming smile just like she was someone who \emph{mattered,} which made Tracey so flustered that she forgot everything she’d rehearsed inside her head and just blurted out, “I’ve got something to tell you!”
 
-“Yes, Gregory said so,” Draco Malfoy said smoothly. “Please, Miss~Davis, sit down.” He gestured to \emph{his own desk chair}, even as he sat down on his bed.
+“Yes, Gregory said so,” Draco Malfoy said smoothly. “Please sit down, Miss~Davis.” He gestured to \emph{his own desk chair}, even as he sat down on his bed.
 
 She felt somewhat light-headed as she carefully sat herself down in Malfoy’s own chair, her fingers unthinkingly fiddling with how her dress robes fell across her knees, trying to make them look as elegant and uncreased as Draco Malfoy’s—
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-079.tex

@@ -96,7 +96,7 @@
 
 Minerva’s throat was very dry. “He’s \emph{here,}” she gasped. “\emph{Here,} in \emph{Hogwarts}—”
 
-Then she stopped, because the \emph{reason} Voldemort had come to Hogwarts—
+And stopped, because the \emph{reason} Voldemort had come to Hogwarts—
 
 The old wizard glanced at her only briefly, and said, still in that whisper, “I am sorry, Minerva, you were right.”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-086.tex

@@ -74,15 +74,15 @@ \section{Hypothesis: Voldemort\\
 
 “Minerva,” said Albus. “If you would.”
 
-“The one…” she began. The words came falteringly to her throat; she was no actress. She couldn’t imitate the deep, chilling tone of the original prophecy; and yet somehow that tone seemed to carry all the \emph{meaning.} “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…”
+“The one…” she began. The words came falteringly to her throat; she was no actress. She couldn’t imitate the deep, chilling tone of the original prophecy; and yet somehow that tone seemed to carry all the \emph{meaning.} “The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…”
 
 “\emph{And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal,}” came Severus’s voice, making her jump within her chair. The Potions Master loomed tall by the fireplace. “\emph{But he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must destroy all but a remnant of the other, for those two different spirits cannot exist in the same world.}”
 
 That last line Severus spoke with so much foreboding that it chilled her bones; it was almost like listening to Sybill Trelawney.
 
 Harry was listening with a frown. “Can you repeat that?” said Harry.
 
-“\emph{The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month—}”
+“\emph{The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month—}”
 
 “Actually, hold on, can you write that down? I need to analyse this \emph{carefully}—”
 
@@ -190,7 +190,7 @@ \section{Hypothesis: Voldemort\\
 
 Albus made a quieting gesture that halted the Potions Master before he could say anything scathing. “Tell me, Harry,” Albus said, “how would \emph{you} have crafted the Dark Mark?”
 
-“Non-standard locations,” Harry said promptly, “not easily found without embarrassment and fuss, though of course any security-conscious person would check anyway. Make it smaller, if possible. Overlay another non-magical tattoo to obscure the exact shape—better yet, cover it with a layer of fake skin—”
+“Non-standard locations,” Harry said promptly, “not easily found without embarrassment and fuss, though of course any security\hyp{}conscious person would check anyway. Make it smaller, if possible. Overlay another non-magical tattoo to obscure the exact shape—better yet, cover it with a layer of fake skin—”
 
 “Cunning indeed,” Albus said. “But tell me, suppose you could craft any conditions you wished into the Mark, fading it or raising it as you wished. What would you do then?”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-088.tex

@@ -325,7 +325,7 @@ \section{April 16th, 1992.}
 
 Harry looked up.
 
-“I can’t let yeh do that, Harry Potter, not yeh of all people. There’s strange things afoot in this castle, and someone might be after Miss~Granger—or they might be after \emph{yeh.}” Rubeus Hagrid’s voice was regretful but firm, and his gigantic hands lay at his side like forklifts. “I can’t let yeh go out there, Harry Potter.”
+“I can’t let yeh do that, Harry, not yeh of all people. There’s strange things afoot in this castle, and someone might be after Hermione—or they might be after \emph{yeh.}” Rubeus Hagrid’s voice was regretful but firm, and his gigantic hands lay at his side like forklifts. “I can’t let yeh go out there, Harry Potter.”
 
 “\emph{Stupefy!}”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-098.tex

@@ -62,7 +62,7 @@ \section{Sunday, April 19th, 6:34\pm}
 
 \later
 
-Harry Potter had, apparently, taken to being invisible; they’d glimpsed his hand only briefly, when he was handing them the list, written on strange not-parchment. Harry had explained that, all things considered, he didn’t really think it was smart for him to be \emph{findable} except on special occasions, so he was just going to deal with people as a disembodied floating voice from now on, or as a brilliant silver light that hid behind corners where nobody could see it, and which could always find his friends no matter where they tried to hide. It was, in all honesty, one of the creepiest things which Fred and George had ever heard, over a lifetime which had included filling the shoes of every student in second-year Slytherin with Transfigured live millipedes. Fred and George didn’t think this could possibly be good for anyone’s sanity, but they didn’t know what to say. It couldn’t be denied, they’d seen with their own four eyes, that Hogwarts…
+Harry Potter had, apparently, taken to being invisible; they had glimpsed his hand only briefly, when he was handing them the list, written on strange not-parchment. Harry had explained that, all things considered, he didn’t really think it was smart for him to be \emph{findable} except on special occasions, so he was just going to deal with people as a disembodied floating voice from now on, or as a brilliant silver light that hid behind corners where nobody could see it, and which could always find his friends no matter where they tried to hide. It was, in all honesty, one of the creepiest things which Fred and George had ever heard, over a lifetime which had included filling the shoes of every student in second-year Slytherin with Transfigured live millipedes. Fred and George didn’t think this could possibly be good for anyone’s sanity, but they didn’t know what to say. It couldn’t be denied, they’d seen with their own four eyes, that Hogwarts…
 
 …wasn’t safe…
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-104.tex

@@ -381,7 +381,7 @@ \section{June 13th, 1992.}
 
 A loud fit of hacking and coughing caused everyone to look at where the Defence Professor lay.
 
-“Snape—listen—” said the Defence Professor between coughs. “Why—Sprout—here—”
+“Snape…listen…” said the Defence Professor between coughs. “Why…Sprout…here…”
 
 The Potions Master looked down.
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-115.tex

@@ -210,7 +210,7 @@
 
 Harry felt a leaden stab of sadness, and refused it.
 
-\emph{Thirty-one one-thousand, thirty-two one-thousand, thirty-three one-thousand…}
+\emph{Thirty-one one-thousand, thirty-two one-thousand, thirty-three one\hyp{}thousand…}
 
 When Harry reached forty, not wanting to take chances with his own eardrums, he glanced at his wristwatch, noting the exact time, and spun his Time-Turner once.
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-119.tex

@@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
 \chapter{Something to Protect: Albus Dumbledore}
 
-\lettrine{H}{arry} stood now before the gargoyles that guarded the Headmaster’s—no, the Headmistress’s office. He had been summoned by Professor Sinistra, told that it was an emergency, but the gates were not opening for him.
+\lettrine{H}{arry} stood now before the gargoyles that guarded the Headmaster’s, no, the Headmistress’s office. He had been summoned by Professor Sinistra, told that it was an emergency, but the gates were not opening for him.
 
 Experiment had showed that the Stone made one Transfiguration permanent every three minutes and fifty-four seconds, irrespective of the size of object Transfigured. Just once, holding the Philosopher’s Stone up to the light of Harry’s most powerful torch in an otherwise darkened closet, Harry had thought he’d seen an array of tiny points inside the chunk of crimson glass; but Harry hadn’t been able to see it again, and now suspected himself of having imagined it. The Stone had no other powers that Harry could detect, nor did it respond to any attempted mental commands.