Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke

Harry, Guess What?" Said Tonks From Her Perch On Top Of The Washing Machine, And She Wiggled Her Left Hand At Him; A Ring Glittered There.

I Think That Perhaps If I Had Had To Slow Down The Ideas So That I Could Capture Them On Paper I Might Have Stifled Some Of Them.

Mr. Moony Presents His Compliments To Professor Snape, And Begs Him To Keep His Abnormally Large Nose Out Of Other People's Business. Mr. Prongs Agrees With Mr. Moony, And Would Like To Add That Professor Snape Is An Ugly Git. Mr. Padfoot Would Like To Register His Astonishment That An Idiot Like That Ever Became A Professor. Mr. Wormtail Bids Professor Snape Good Day, And Advises Him To Wash His Hair, The Slimeball.

Harry: "and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” Ron: “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose.

As Ginny And Hermione Moved Closer To The Rest Of The Family, Harry Had A Clear View Of The Bodies Lying Next To Fred: Remus And Tonks, Pale And Still And Peaceful-looking, Apparently Asleep Beneath The Dark, Enchanted Ceiling.