A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window.

On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.

Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.

Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, "I'll look for him later, I expect I'll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother's old bloomers or something... Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died... But I mustn't get my hopes up.

Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress?

In many, many ways... Hufflepuff is my favorite house.

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.