Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!

Wink, wink! Nudge, nudge!

Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Know what I mean?

In the end, love wins. It does win. We know it wins. When a person dies, love isn’t turned off like a faucet. It is an amazingly resilient part of us.

I think that perhaps if I had had to slow down the ideas so that I could capture them on paper I might have stifled some of them.

When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?