One Can Never Have Enough Socks

Professor, Why Couldn't We Just Apparate Directly Into Your Old Colleague's House?' 'because It Would Be Quite As Rude As Kicking Down The Front Door,' Said Dumbledore. 'courtesy Dictates That We Offer Fellow Wizards The Opportunity Of Denying Us Entry.

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

'tell Me One Last Thing,' Said Harry. 'is This Real? Or Has This Been Happening Inside My Head?' Dumbledore Beamed At Him, And His Voice Sounded Loud And Strong In Harry's Ears Even Though The Bright Mist Was Descending Again, Obscuring His Figure. 'of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean It Is Not Real?'

Because That's What Hermione Does,' Said Ron, Shrugging. 'when In Doubt, Go To The Library.

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.