the implacable or unceasing anger

I know it must come as a crushing blow that a man as handsome as I thinks of you as the scum of the earth, but I’m sure there are plenty of gits on your level to ease the pain.

You're right. There are plenty of gits on my level to ease the pain.

Oh wow, Potter, you really hurt my feelings.

Are you…agreeing with me? Are you feeling well, Carrow?

Contrary to popular belief, I don't completely detest you. I just don't necessarily agree with some of the decisions you make, Potter.

I’ve read this same page about 20 times and yet I still don’t know what happened in the Goblin Wars of 1620. Do you think that the History of Magic text book is this dry on purpose? 

I think it's a distinct possibility.

I just may take that advice. After all, we need to show the people of…lower standing, just where they belong.

Has Lucius been talking to you about... Things?

Don’t call me Cissy. Obviously I am out here to get some peace. Pathetic people creating noise in the common room. They need to learn to quiet down.

You could always teach them a lesson. I find that a well-placed hex here and there keeps people in line and out of my way.

Narcissa sat under the oak tree, a book perched on her lap as she read the charms text. There was the sound of crunching foot steps heading her way “Who ever you are, you are not welcome over here.”

Oh get over yourself, Cissy.

Dorcas didn’t comment, carefully paying attention to the potion in front of her.

Can I help you?