One Of My Regrets Would Be That

I Just Wondered Where You —” Ron Broke Off, Shrugging. “nothing. I’m Going Back To Bed.” “just Thought You’d Come Nosing Around, Did You?” Harry Shouted. He Knew That Ron Had No Idea What He’d Walked In On, Knew He Hadn’t Done It On Purpose, But He Didn’t Care — At This Moment He Hated Everything About Ron, Right Down To The Several Inches Of Bare Ankle Showing Beneath His Pajama Trousers.

I Pay A Lot Of Tax, And I Feel, One Of The Reasons I Stay And Pay Why I'm Not Based In Monaco... I Think My Country Helped Me.

The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing, Potter... Or At Least, Most Minds Are.

Bad News, Harry. I've Just Been To See Professor Mcgonagall About The Firebolt. She – Er, Got A Bit Shirty With Me. Told Me I'd Got My Priorities Wrong. Seemed To Think I Cared More About Winning The Cup Than I Do About Staying Alive. Just Because I Told Her I Didn't Care If It Threw You Off, As Long As You Caught The Snitch First.

I Hope You're Pleased With Yourselves. We Could All Have Been Killed - Or Worse, Expelled. Now If You Don't Mind, I'm Going To Bed.