I wasn't paying attention," said Myrtle dramatically. "Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then, of course, I remembered that I'm -- that I'm --" "Already dead," said Ron hopefully. Myrtle gave a tragic sob, rose up in the air, turned over, and dived headfirst into the toilet, splashing water all over them and vanishing from sight, although from the direction of her muffled sobs, she had come to rest somewhere in the U-bend.

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.

It was not, after all, so easy to die.

Because that's what Hermione does,' said Ron, shrugging. 'When in doubt, go to the library.

You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!

It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldn't have everything in life.

Giggling should be made illegal.