We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

What do we want to be prefects for? said George, looking revolted at the very idea. It'd take all the fun out of life.

Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!

One by one, the pairs of feet in front of Harry took the weight of their owners once more.

When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the Hall was starting to creep upwards again, Dumbledore got to his feet once more. Talking ceased immediately as all turned to face the Headmaster. Harry was feeling pleasantly drowsy now. His four-poster bed was waiting somewhere above, wonderfully warm and soft …

Ginny Weasley, who had been looking peaky, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Stop, stop, stop, you're going to poke someone's eye out!