Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.

I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

You shouldn't have done that.

Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening in. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag; it was becoming steadily dirtier.

Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus.

And it's Gryfindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle - Flint alongside her - poke him in the eye, Angelina - it was a joke, professor, it was a joke.

I am prouder of my years as a single mother than of any other part of my life.