Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.

Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?

That's what they should teach us here. How girls' brains work... It would be more useful than divination, anyway.

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!" Harry: "It's time you earned it.

One can never have enough socks

You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps you hoped?" said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. "What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!" she added fiercely, pushing Mrs. Weasley aside and snatching the ointment from her.