It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.

“it’s really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.”

“Harry, you’ve got to come and stay with us. I’ll fix it up with Mum and Dad, th…”

“Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter.”

“Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.”