I just wondered where you —” Ron broke off, shrugging. “Nothing. I’m going back to bed.” “Just thought you’d come nosing around, did you?” Harry shouted. He knew that Ron had no idea what he’d walked in on, knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but he didn’t care — at this moment he hated everything about Ron, right down to the several inches of bare ankle showing beneath his pajama trousers.

You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon.

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh", said Hagrid. “Harry — yer a wizard.

I think that emotionally, I've probably felt a little bit more balanced when I started writing again.

Course Dumbledore trusts you,” growled Moody. “He’s a trusting man, isn’t he? Believes in second chances. But me — I say there are spots that don’t come off, Snape. Spots that never come off, d’you know what I mean?

When in doubt, go to the library.