Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Chapter Twelve: Silver And Opals.
“‘It wasn’t a very slick attack, really, when you stop and think about it,” said Ron, casually turfing a first year out of one of the good armchairs by the fire so that he could sit down. “The curse didn’t even make it into the castle. Not what you’d call foolproof.”
"You’re right," said Hermione, prodding Ron out of the chair with her foot and offering it to the first year again. “It wasn’t very well thought-out at all.”
"But since when has Malfoy been one of the world’s great thinkers?" asked Harry. Neither Ron nor Hermione answered him.”
I love that I can imagine this. I really wish that the films had stayed a bit more true to the books.
I really want to sleep……… But I hate leaving off in the middle of a page. Then I hate leaving off in the middle of the chapter. Then I hate leaving off in the middle of the book. But I suppose sleep is important.