When Susanna cocked her pistol, the others followed suit. The chorus of clicks raced down Bram‘s spine.
“I find this scene wildly arousing,” Colin murmured, echoing Bram‘s own thoughts. “Is that wrong?”
“If it is, I can promise you company in hell.”
His cousin made an amused sound. “And you thought we have nothing in common.”
Susanna leveled her pistol and took aim. “One... Two...”
― Tessa Dare, A Night to Surrender
“I feel like I'm losing my damn mind, like your face has been carved into my heart, and I don't remember when, and I don't understand why, but the scar is there, and I can't get it to heal. It won't go. I can't make it fade. And you won't even look at me.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade
“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.”
― J.K. Rowling