Because – oh shut up laughing, you two – because they’ve just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!
Hope springs forever.
Krystal’s slow passage up the school had resembled the passage of a goat through the body of a boa constrictor, being highly visible and uncomfortable for both parties concerned.
And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He pulled out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy – he didn’t feel much like singing.
Freedom’s just a word today Freedom’s just a word When someone takes your word away It’s seldom ever heard So take a sentence full of things you’re not supposed to say Carry on, but don’t write them down or you’ll be gone.
But Death was cunning.
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.
There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all – you were showing moral fiber!
Which only goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words,? Dumbledore went on, smiling.
Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.
Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it.
Celebrity is as celebrity does.
He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
Parents shouldn’t leave their kids unless – unless they’ve got to.
You’d better hurry up, they’ll be waiting for ‘the Chosen Captain’ – ‘The Boy Who Scored’ – whatever they call you these days.
Well, I dreamed I was playing Quidditch the other night,? said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. ‘What d’you reckon that means?’ ‘Probably that you’re going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,’ said Harry.
Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life...
Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore’s pet bird to die while he was all alone in the office with it, when the bird burst into flames.