The Start Of Year Feast...

“Well I suppose I could try out, I mean it couldn’t hurt could it? I’ve always wanted to play, but I’ll never make the team! I’m no where near as good as some of the third years I saw on the pitch this morning before class."

“She was hit with some very dark curses, some I’ve never seen before, if her condition does not improve we may be looking at her spending some time in St Mungos.”

The point is exactly that Pads, its seventh year, we’ve only got one year to get our girls. One year. And you’re just going to give up? Let her go? What’s wrong with you? This isn’t you. If you were right in the head you wouldn’t give up this easy. This fight, you have to win it. Just be yourself, and do me a favour don’t listen to my advice, ask Moony, God knows I should’ve listened to him instead of you years ago.

“Are you kidding me? I tell you I almost kissed the girl of my dreams and all you care about is the fact that your brother had an epiphany?”

“Ha nothing throws the famous Emmeline Roberts off course, except that rogue bludger at last years Quidditch Final.”

I guess in the heat of the moment we say what we truly mean, and I knew I loved him. But I swear to Merlin what came out next was the stupidest thing I’d ever said. And it was not supposed to come out.

“What’s the list about, oh I think I know. All the people he wants to kill, so I’m on the list, big deal, I’ve been on his ‘list’ for years. I’m a Muggleborn Snape, of course I’m on the list.”
"That's not why you're on the list."

“Not sure, I’m sure it has something to do with their intellectual abilities or something, probably something completely barbaric knowing those four." 
“So in other words, Remus is probably going to win."
 
“Knowing Sirius he wouldn’t have left it down completely to his intelligence, or his lack there of. It’ll have something to do with the public, which means Sirius has an outright advantage."