A warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them.
Witches and wizards often reveal themselves to each other in public by wearing purple or green, often in combination. In Britain purple has an association with both royalty and religion. (…) Green has long had a supernatural connection in the UK. (…) Green is the colour of much ‘Dark’ magic; of the 'Dark Mark’, of the luminescent potion in which Voldemort conceals one of his Horcruxes, of many 'Dark’ spells and curses, and of Slytherin house.
The combination of purple and green, therefore, is suggestive of both sides of magic: the noble and the ignoble, the helpful and the destructive.
But you know about the dead people, right? Yeah, I saw a lot of that. Out on the loading dock, piled in trucks.
No, not the ones they put down. The ones they didn’t. The walkers. Like the one I shot today. ‘Cause he’d have ripped into you, tried to eat you, taken some flesh at least.
“Ignoring fame was my rebellion, in a funny way. I was insistent on being normal and doing normal things. It probably wasn’t advisable to go to college in America and room with a complete stranger. And it probably wasn’t wise to share a bathroom with eight other people in a coed dorm. Looking back, that was crazy.”