Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.

My rule is: the second you find yourself doing something you hate, quit doing it.

You'd been petting a stuffed dog?' she said 'A dead one?' 'It was a really well stuffed dog' I clarified. 'I have seen some bad taxidermy. This was top-notch work. It would have fooled anyone.

The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up. There was a thing in it. The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid. A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.

Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.

Sometimes it is worth any amount of suffering just to prevent giving your parents the opportunity to be right.

Something about her suggested that her leisure activities included wrestling large woodland animals and banging bricks together.