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

I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!

Don't be silly, Dawlish. I'm sure you are an excellent Auror, I seem to remember you achieved 'Outstanding' in all your N.E.W.T.s, but if you attempt to — er — 'bring me in' by force, I will have to hurt you.

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.

Merlin’s beard, Harry, you made me jump,” said Slughorn, stopping dead in his tracks and looking wary. “How did you get out of the castle?” “I think Filch must’ve forgotten to lock the doors,” said Harry cheerfully, and was delighted to see Slughorn scowl.