He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together.

Size is no guarantee of power.

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

I've often met people who are terrified, you know, in a straight jacket of their own making because they'd rather do anything that fail. They don't want to try for fear of failing.

In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.