Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

She Was Actively Frightened Of Imparting Confidences, Because She Feared That They Might Betray The World Of Oddness That Lived Inside Her

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

Holey? You Have The The Whole World Of Ear-related Humor Before You, You Go For Holey?

Your Hair Is Much Too Long, Ronald, For A Moment I Thought You Were Ginevra.