So,” sneered Fudge, recovering himself, “you intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and myself single-handed, do you, Dumbledore?” “Merlin’s beard, no,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “Not unless you are foolish enough to force me to.” “He will not be single-handed!” said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging her hand inside her robes. “Oh yes he will, Minerva!” said Dumbledore sharply. “Hogwarts needs you!

I always have a basic plot outline, but I like to leave some things to be decided while I write.

Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help," snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.

I think Mum's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him.

The stories we love best do live in us forever.

Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back.

He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.