Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

Seventeen, Eh!" Said Hagrid As He Accepted A Bucket-sized Glass Of Wine From Fred. "six Years To The Day We Met, Harry, D’yeh Remember It?" "vaguely," Said Harry, Grinning Up At Him. "didn’t You Smash Down The Front Door, Give Dudley A Pig’s Tail, And Tell Me I Was A Wizard?" "i Forge’ The Details," Hagrid Chortled.

Which Came First, The Phoenix Or The Flame?” "...i Think The Answer Is That A Circle Has No Beginning." "well Reasoned.

Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke Someone's Eye Out!

Oh, Come Off It,” Said Ron, Striding Over To Her And Whipping Her Results Out Of Her Hand. “yep— Ten ‘outstandings’ And One ‘exceeds Expectations’ At Defense Against The Dark Arts.” He Looked Down At Her, Half-amused, Half-exasperated. “you’re Actually Disappointed, Aren’t You?

Yes, Severus Does Seem The Type, Doesn't He? So Useful To Have Him Swooping Around Like An Overgrown Bat.