Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes!

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?

Howard was almost as fond of this hall as he was of his own shop. The Brownies used it on Tuesdays, and the Women's Institute on Wednesdays. It had hosted jumble sales and Jubilee celebrations, wedding receptions and wakes, and it smelled of all of these things: of stale clothes and coffee urns, and the ghosts of home-baked cakes and meat salads; of dust and human bodies; but primarily of aged wood and stone.

The owls are gathering; find out why soon.

She kept asking herself whether, if he had looked cleaner, she might have been more concerned; whether, on some subliminal level, she had confused his obvious signs of neglect with street-smartness, toughness and resilience.