Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?

His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

Well?" Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. "How was it?" Harry considered it for a moment. "Wet," he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. "Because she was crying," Harry continued heavily. "Oh," said Ron, his smile faded slightly. "Are you that bad at kissing?" "Dunno," said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. "Maybe I am.

At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason—" "So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—