Oh, shut up Weatherby.

Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

Parminder kept her unwept tears locked tightly inside where they seemed to undergo an alchemical transformation, returning to the outer world as lava slides of rage.

Magic causes as much trouble as it cures.

Such loyalty is admirable, of course,” said Scrimgeour, who seemed to be restraining his irritation with difficulty, “but Dumbledore is gone, Harry. He’s gone.” “He will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him,” said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.

I loved writing for kids, I loved talking to children about what I'd written, I don't want to leave that behind.

She's as nutty as squirrel poo.