#hpladiesedit

If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.

 a young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless.

“Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely,” said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. “But I must say, Ginevra’s dress is far too low-cut.” Ginny glanced round, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again.

Narcissa and I — have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood.

"Oh, I’ve interrupted a deep thought, haven’t I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes."

"If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do."

[..]..." She had made her g's the same way he did: he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son."

"I wonder how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking."