Training For The Ballet, Potter?" Yelled Malfoy.

I Am A Wizard, Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick.

Why, Dear Boy, We Don't Send Wizards To Azkaban Just For Blowing Up Their Aunts.

These Girls... They're Going To Kill Me, Harry.

He Sounds Exactly Like Moody," Said Harry Quietly, Tucking The Letter Away Again Inside His Robes. "'constant Vigilance!' You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

What Will Come, Will Come; You Just Have To Be There To Meet It.