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.

Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.

I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write.

I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers.

That's what they should teach us here. How girls' brains work... It would be more useful than divination, anyway.

They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we’re mortal, we know it’s going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.