I would assume that you were going to offer me refreshment, but the evidence so far suggests that that would be optimistic to the point of foolishness.

And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

I take my hat off to you— or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders.

Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.

There is nothing to be feared from a body, Harry, any more than there is anything to be feared from the darkness.

Of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would make sure to find out my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.