From here on in, Harry, I may be as woefully wrong as Humphrey Belcher who believed the time was ripe for a cheese cauldron.

As our listeners will know, unless they've taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond or somewhere similar, You-Know-Who's strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice little climate of panic.

Your hair is much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra.

In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.

Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. ‘…then I declare you bonded for life.

Writing and cafes are strongly linked in my brain.

And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?