She studied my face for a long minute. "Are you going to help my mom?" It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?

Okay," Kincaid said. "Anyone have any questions?" "Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?

...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.

Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

Yeah, they look great, but that isn't a fantasy come true, Harry. That's a wood chipper in Playboy bunny clothing.