Er-my-nee," Ron croaked unexpectedly from between them.
Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.
There's always room for a story that can transport people to another place.
I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers.
Amazing, how much more difficult it was to extend his arm twelve inches and touch her hand than it was to snatch a speeding Snitch from midair.
Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.