That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger, said Snape coolly. Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.
The more you care, the more you have to lose.
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he'd been in there for ages; no one wanted him. I wonder why, said Ron sarcastically as they set off toward the Leaky Cauldron.
He looked closely at the owl for a moment, then, to Harry and Hermione's great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff. ‘What d'you reckon?' Ron asked the cat. ‘Definitely an owl?' Crookshanks purred. That's good enough for me, said Ron happily. He's mine.
No story lives unless someone wants to listen. So thank you, all of you.