Look . . . At . .

And It's Gryfindor In Possession Again, As Johnson Takes The Quaffle - Flint Alongside Her - Poke Him In The Eye, Angelina - It Was A Joke, Professor, It Was A Joke.

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

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.

Anyway, Members Of The Inquisitorial Squad Do Have The Power To Dock Points So, Granger, I'll Have Five From You For Being Rude About Our New Headmistress. Macmillan, Five For Contradicting Me. Five Because I Don't Like You, Potter. Weasley, Your Shirt's Untucked, So I'll Have Another Five For That. Oh Yeah, I Forgot, You're A Mudblood, Granger, So Ten Off For That.

Then He Heard A Terrible Cry That Pulled At His Insides, That Expressed Agony Of A Kind That Neither Flame Nor Curse Could Cause, And He Stood Up, Swaying, More Frightened Than He Had Been That Day, More Frightened, Perhaps, Than He Had Been In His Whole Life.