But Colin's only understanding of love was of limitless loyalty, boundless tolerance.

Deliberately causing mayhem in Snape's Potions class was about as safe as poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.

Where do vanished objects go?" "Into nonbeing, which is to say, everything," replied Professor McGonagall. "Nicely phrased," replied the eagle door knocker, and the door swung open.

She was on edge, feeling that she might snap or cry at the smallest provocation.

I never expected to be in the papers. I personally never expected to be in the papers. The height of my ambition for these books was, well frankly, to get reviewed. A lot of children's books don't even get reviewed.. forget good review, bad review. Personally, no, I never expected to be in the papers so it's an odd experience when it happens to you .

Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?

He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.