“Would you like me to [kill you] now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?”

“You’ll stay with me?’Until the very end,’ said James.”

“Wild!” Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. “I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again… and again… and again…”

“Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas.”

“They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. “Get the mail, Dudley,” said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. “Make Harry get it.””Get the mail, Harry.””Make Dudley get it.””Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley.”

“Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.”

“Where is Wood?” said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there.”Still in the showers,” said Fred. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.”

“There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”

“The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”