When he faced me again, he looked ashamed of himself. "I have gravely underestimated you, Darren," he said. "I will not do so again. I made a wiser choice than I realized when I chose you to serve as my assistant. I feel honoured to have you by my side.

What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs." "We don't grow fangs you idiot!

I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

... please Lady... Do not speak of it. I was young and foolish." "You most certainly were." "You are cruel, Evanna.

It is too easy to say 'what if' and paint a picture of a perfect world.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." - Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk)

Your spikes have gone floppy.