“i hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a black made you practically royal. my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them. that’s him. he was younger than me, and a much better son, as i was constantly reminded.”
“We won’t be seeing you,” Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
“Yeah, don’t bother to keep in touch,” said George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. “If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley — Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes,” he said in a loud voice, “Our new premises!”
“Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they’re going to use our products to get rid of this old bat,” added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.
My mum loves Celine Dion! I love Celine Dion! We listen to listen to her together. I was just so psyched to tell her that she had been such a part of my childhood, you know. The movie has been such a big part of my childhood. And to get to meet her and for her to be part of our movie, this new version, she sings a song over the credits at the end. It’s just such a… it doesn’t really get any better than that, does it?