Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke

We All Know That The People We Love Are Mortal, We All Know We’re Mortal, We Know It’s Going To End; You Cannot Prepare Yourself For It.

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

I Think Mum's Got A Second Cousin Who's An Accountant, But We Never Talk About Him.

Malfoy Glanced Around. Harry Knew He Was Checking For Signs Of Teachers. Then He Looked Back At Harry And Said In A Low Voice, "you're Dead, Potter." Harry Raised His Eyebrows. "funny," He Said, "you'd Think I'd Have Stopped Walking Around.

Harry, Cedric, I Suggest You Both Go Up To Bed," Said Dumbledore, Smiling At Both Of Them. "i Am Sure Gryffindor And Hufflepuff Are Waiting To Celebrate With You, And It Would Be A Shame To Deprive Them Of This Excellent Excuse To Make A Great Deal Of Mess And Noise.