You Can't Give A Dementor

I Believe Your Friends Misters Fred And George Weasley Were Responsible For Trying To Send You A Toilet Seat. No Doubt They Thought It Would Amuse You.

Angelina, Alicia, And Katie Suddenly Giggled. "what?" Said Wood, Frowning At This Lighthearted Behavior. "he's That Tall, Good-looking One, Isn't He?" Said Angelina. "strong And Silent," Said Katie, And They Started To Giggle Again. "he's Only Silent Because He's Too Thick To String Two Words Together," Said Fred Impatiently.

Pagford, Which By Night Was No More Than A Cluster Of Twinkling Lights In A Dark Hollow Far Below, Was Emerging Into Chilly Sunlight.

Daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes Actually Bit Me!

Well, I Can Certainly See Why We're Trying To Keep Them Alive. Who Wouldn't Want Pets That Can Burn, Sting, And Bite All At Once?