I—I didn't think—" "That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious.

But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.

Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening in. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag; it was becoming steadily dirtier.

Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.

I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping.