I did not set out to convert anyone to Christianity.

Be good now, Potty...Weasel King.

But Snape always seemed to hate me so much.

Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

Parminder kept her unwept tears locked tightly inside where they seemed to undergo an alchemical transformation, returning to the outer world as lava slides of rage.

She navigated away from the Parish Council message board and dropped into her favorite medical website, where she painstakingly entered the words "brain" and "death" in the search box. The suggestions were endless. Shirley scrolled through the possibilities, her mild eyes rolling up and down, wondering to which of these deadly conditions, some of them unpronounceable, she owed her present happiness.

Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.