Everythin' Seems Ter Happen Ter You, Doesn'

You Are — Truly Your Father’s Son, Harry. . . .

Anyone Can Speak Troll. All You Have To Do Is Point And Grunt.

Or Yet In Wise Old Ravenclaw, If You've A Ready Mind, Where Those Of Wit And Learning, Will Always Find Their Kind.

Don't Be Sorry, My Dear Sir, For Nothing Could Upset Me Today! Rejoice, For You-know-who Is Gone At Last! Even Muggles Like Yourself Should Be Celebrating This Happy, Happy Day.

So Then I Thought, I'd Like You To Have Something To Remember Me By, You Know, If You Ever Meet Some Veela When You're Off Doing Whatever You're Doing.' I Think Dating Opportunities Are Going To Be Pretty Thin On The Ground, To Be Honest.' There's A Silver Lining I've Been Looking For,' She Whispered, And Then She Was Kissing Him As She Never Kissed Him Before, And Harry Was Kissing Her Back, And It Was A Blissful Oblivion, Better Than Firewhiskey; She Was The Only Real Thing In The World, Ginny, The Feel Of Her, One Hand On Her Back, The Other In Her Long Sweet-smelling Hair.