instruments from inside

When you look down
inside yourself
what is there?

You are a walking bag of surgical instruments,
shining from the inside out

and that’s just
today,

Tomorrow it could be different

When I think of the childhood inside me I think of sunlight dying on a windowsill,

The voices of my friends
in the sunlight

All of us running around,

outside our
deaths.

—  “Nervous System,”- Michael Dickman
Cursing in HP (and I don’t mean Imperius)

I’ve always thought JKR did an excellent job striking a balance between wholesome unrealistic teenagers who say “Holy cow!” and angsty Skins-esque teenagers who know five hundred variations of the F-word. Harry’s a noble hero, but he’s also a teenage boy who cheats on his homework and angsts about girls.

These are all of the ones I could find, not counting the ones that are simply “so-and-so cursed.” or “so-and-so swore.”

PS:

Professor McGonagall pointed them into a classroom that was empty except for Peeves, who was busy writing rude words on the blackboard.

PA:

Thankfully, Snape sneezed at almost exactly the moment Ron swore. Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him.

PA:

“D'you know what that —” (he called Snape something that made Hermione say “Ron!”)

PA:

“Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?” said Ron.

GF:

The leprechauns had risen into the air again, and this time, they formed a giant hand, which was making a very rude sign indeed at the veela across the field.

GF:

Ron told Malfoy to do something that Harry knew he would never have dared say in front of Mrs. Weasley.

GF:

“YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B —”

OP:

Every time it stopped Mr. Weasley cursed furiously and pummeled the number nine button.

OP:

“Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?” enquired George, pulling a long and lethal looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko’s bags.

“Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this,” said Fred.

OP:

Snape let out a stream of mixed swear words and hexes, but with his wand ten feet away nothing happened.

OP:

“You’re being rather rude, you know,” said Luna serenely. Harry swore and turned away.

OP:

Ron stalked off to the boys’ dormitory after swearing angrily at several frightened first years for looking at him.

HBP:

Two days ago Arkie Philpott had a Probity Probe stuck up his… Well, trust me, this way’s easier.“

HBP:

Ron dropped several boxes, swore, and made a rude hand gesture at Fred that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs. Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear.

HBP:

"The usual,” said Ron indifferently, demonstrating a rude hand gesture. “Not like him, though, is it? Well… that is"— he did the hand gesture again — "but why isn’t he out there bullying first years?”

HBP:

Harry swore at the top of his voice, spinning on the spot to see where Mundungus had gone. “COME BACK, YOU THIEVING —!”

DH:

Pausing only to employ a few of Uncle Vernon’s choicest swear words, he staggered back into the kitchen […]

DH:

“He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his –”

DH:

Oh, I’m so sorry,“ hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight of the windows, Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wand instead.

DH:

"You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!”

DH:

Behind him, whether from delight or fear he could not tell. Ron kept swearing at the top of his voice, and Hermione seemed to be sobbing.

DH:

“And my father went after the bastards that did it,” said Aberforth.

DH:

“And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two- faced bastard!” Ron yelled.

DH:

“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”