If it's a good book, anyone will read it. I'm totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

"Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping.

I loved writing Dumbledore and he is the epitome of goodness.

I've no idea where ideas come from and I hope I never find out; it would spoil the excitement for me if it turned out I just have a funny little wrinkle on the surface of my brain which makes me think about invisible train platforms.

Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?