I furrowed my brows at him. What was so amazing about a stick? I could pick one up outside on the way to the car.

“Let me guess, you’re Harry Potter and this is the school of Hogwarts. If I say Lumos will it light up?

I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!

Wes sat in a cracked vinyl booth picking at his fries and listening to Amanda go on and on about the dress she'd found.
'...and it has these little lavender bows. Oh, Wes, I can't wait 'til you see it.' She gesticulated wildly, and her only saving grace right now was her amazing rack that swayed and bounced with each movement. Sometimes he swore that was the only reason he ever looked crosswise at Amanda Price. That, and her daddy's checkbook.
'And I found these shoes--"
'Uh huh, that's nice,' he cut her off and slid free from the booth. He held out his hand. 'Got the card?' He waved the bill in the air at her questioning gaze. Was she a little cross-eyed, maybe? He thought so.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

-Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter, page 299

Harry―yer a wizard.

Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?