Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?

How d’you spell ‘belligerent’?” said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. “It can’t be B — U — M —” “No, it isn’t,” said Hermione. “And ‘augury’ doesn’t begin O — R — G either.

Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything.

It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.

What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?