These girls... they're going to kill me, Harry.
Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles
If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they’d have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That’d lead ‘em right! That’s all I’m sayin’.
On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar.
You don't have sex near unicorns. It's an ironclad rule. It's tacky.
Imagination is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.