Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?
Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?
Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf!
What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?
Oh, HONESTLY, don't you two read?
What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?” “Oh no, Ron,” came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. “No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.
I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.
What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.
I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.
Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity... yes, indeed.