Courtesy dictates that we offer fellow wizards the opportunity of denying us entry.
Bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise.
Wild!" Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again...
Trust me," he said. "I know what I'm doing... or at least" -- he strolled confidently to the door -- "Felix does.
The ones that love us never really leave us.
I want to fall in love with something in the way I fell in love with the idea of Harry before I write anything else.