I always advise children who ask me for tips on being a writer to read as much as they possibly can. Jane Austen gave a young friend the same advice, so I'm in good company there.

Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!

Help only comes to those who ask for it.

Malfoy glanced around. Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers. Then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, "You're dead, Potter." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Funny," he said, "you'd think I'd have stopped walking around.

A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.

He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.

Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again. "So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking.