:(

Weapons. Now! And the one behind your back.

“Oh, Dobby…And now I lament all those times that I beat him senseless within an inch of his life. Oh, right, yeah, that one time when I drowned a litter of his young, my….brothers?”

Lucius: That Tramp mother of yours, she’s choreographed an affair with someone behind my back. Someone I trusted…Someone I may have even loved.
Harry: Ollivanderr?
Hermione: Filch?
Ron: Regulus Black Sirius’ brother?
Yaxley: Me?
Lucius: No…Dobby!

Dumbledore: Disapparate!

All: Ahhh, magic!

Umbridge: What? Where’d he go?

Snape: He Disapparated!

Umbridge: That’s bullshit, Snape! You can’t Disapparate in side of Hogwarts, right?

Voice: Right!

Umbridge: Right! Dammit! 

“SIRIUS BLACK!”

“Did you get my teeeexxt?”

****Snape’s accent + me never having owned a blackberry = PPM