Our Headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.

The presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right.

He tried to give his wife pleasure in little ways, because he had come to realize, after nearly two decades together, how often he disappointed her in the big things. It was never intentional. They simply had very different notions of what ought to take up most space in life.

We did it, we bashed them wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

You see what you expect to see, Severus.

One can never have enough socks