Bonnie Wright

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

Leave him alone.

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends.

Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend.

You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!

You'll find I can be very persuasive. Not that she knew what she was doing.

I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.

I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.

I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules?

The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

- What would you have done? - Died, rather than betray my friends!

I didn't know you could read.

Draco Malfoy.

Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct.

Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!

Dementor! Dementor!

You could have died. You could have been seen.

...that ever happened to this place. - You're wrong!

Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

- Mummy, have you seen my jumper? - Yes, dear, it was on the cat.

Bloody bird's a menace.

- Anything off the trolley, dears? - No, thanks. I'm all set.

I'm sorry, Potter. That's my final word.

You dare speak his name?