Oliver, calm down! said Fred, looking slightly alarmed. We're taking Hufflepuff very seriously.
It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious.
It suddenly occurred to Harry how odd this would look if a Muggle were to walk up here now ... nine people, two grown men, clutching this manky old boot in the semi-darkness, waiting ...
I love magic!
Wandering around at midnight, ickle firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty.