“You know what frightens me? I think this bread might actually be more intelligent than you.”

The utter lack of any muscle in her body was never as jarringly pronounced in her life as it was in that one, horrifying moment.

 I was only planning on keeping your childhood picture. Forever. While prowling around your house. I might show it to my friends, though.

"Nothing more than the usual Albus Potter stalking tendencies, I see," said Trista, before June could retort.

 For the first time in the past few days, she could feel Albus’s eyes on her back. 

 He genuinely sounded perplexed. It irritated her how confused he seemed.

“I just think it would be nice if we did something other than sit around and eat chocolates we nick from third years,” said Trista. “Even third years get chocolates and flowers! Third years!”

“I know you’ve always got Priscilla on one end harping on about sharpening axes and Lucy on the other, convinced that Potter’s part of some grand conspiracy theory to ruin your life, but you know what I think?"

"The year's not over yet. And we're going out with a bang."

 "Goodbye, Hogwarts,"