Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door. "My gran's going do kill be," said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, "dat was by dad's old wand.

Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat.

Harry, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.

And anyway, life's too short.

Bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise.

Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!

You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.