Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

All's fair in love and war," said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both.

He felt that he was still groping in the dark; he had chosen his path but kept looking back, wondering whether he had misread the signs, whether he should not have taken the other way.

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

I'm not putting them on,” said old Archie in indignation. “I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks.

There appears to be something to do with vehicles and movement that stimulates my writing.

They don’t need walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they’re trapped inside their own heads, incapable of a single cheerful thought. Most go mad within weeks - Lupin