She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves.

That's what they should teach us here. How girls' brains work... It would be more useful than divination, anyway.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.

Overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things.

I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "What's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?" "Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business. Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git. Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor. Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

OH NO YOU DON’T, LADDIE!” Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing.