Many parts of my life are perfectly ordinary, if that's what you mean. One could even call it boring, but that's what I like about it.

A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!

I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.

Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent.

I am prouder of my years as a single mother than of any other part of my life.

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.