Ginny, listen . . . I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.”
“It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?

They could hear people complaining; one surly voice said, "I can't see no gas..."

"That's because it's colorless," said Ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, "but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we'll have your body as proof for the next idiot who didn't believe us...

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.

Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

Nothing's impossible if you've got enough nerve.

There's the silver lining I'm looking for.