Howard and Shirley were clothed, always, in an invisible layer of decorum that they never laid aside.

“Bill, don’t look at me — I’m ’ideous.”

“From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking …”

“Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?''Yes,' said Harry.'You calle…”

“But how do we prove it?” said Harry darkly. “There might be a way,” said Hermio…”