For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry...although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.

He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean...

Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes!

Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?

The best of us must sometimes eat our words.