Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let’s go.

Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus.

Wotcher, Harry!

Harry, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.

My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities...like the ability to behave myself.

Don't put your wand there, boy! What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know."
"Who d'you know who's lost a buttock?"
"Never you mind...