It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.

I'm a writer, and I will write what I want to write.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," said Malfoy coolly. It was Harry's turn to laugh. "Yeah, right!" he said. "I will give you this - prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?

Odd words floated back to them over the hundreds of heads. "Nobility of spirit"..."intellectual contribution"..."greatness of heart"...It did not mean very much. It had little to do with Dumbledore as Harry had known him. He suddenly remembered Dumbledore's idea of a few words, "nitwit," "oddment," "blubber," and "tweak," and again had to suppress a grin.

All's fair in love and war," said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both.

Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!