"Mistletoe,"said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking,"said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles."
"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."
"Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?""Yes.""You called her a liar?""Yes.""You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?""Yes.""Have a biscuit, Potter."
"Would you like a cough drop Dolores?"
"Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have."
"You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style..."