Harry, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.
You foul, lying, evil little cockroach!
Training for the ballet, Potter?" yelled Malfoy.
So that's little Scorpious. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you've inherited your mother's brains.
First sign of madness, talking to your own head.
Imagination is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.