She replaced everything with one word.

James.

“So will you come to trials?”

“Sure! Girls love a Quidditch player.”

“You bet they do, kid.”

“Please. You act like we’ve never played this ‘throw-yourself-into-something-to-distract-yourself’ game. Cute.”

You're not the average girl.

“So this is what the Gryffindor common room looks like. It's so…Gryffindor-y.”

"Shocking."

“I just don’t want to get yelled at again, because then Hope wakes up and then the two of them plot against me and cut holes in my socks.”

"Positive. I'll catch you later?"

"Course. Probably going to go lay in your four poster until you'e done with James. I'm bloody exhausted, and yours is so much more comfortable than mine."

"Whatever you say, weirdo. Just don't fart while you're in there."

"Your bed loves my farts."

"You've obviously taken too many Bludgers to the head."

 

“It means that the second that blasted hat shouts Gryffindor, they all expect greatness. Everyone’s eyes on you, waiting to see what you’ll do, what difference you’ll make. You screw up once, and everyone questions that decision. But in Hufflepuff? No one expects anything more out of you than they do any person they pass on the street.”

"Uncle Ron gave your family owl a mental handicap?"

"Mum still hasn't forgiven him for it."

*EDIT: I just realized I accidentally had Lily talking about taking her OWLs, which are fifth year examinations. Lily is a fourth year. That section has been edited for chronological purposes because I am a dumb.*

"How about we exchange gifts, and then you pull on your big girl panties and tell your best friend that you’re in the best relationship of your life?”

"Someone's a tad cocky."

 "Whoops."

"I'll get you for that, Jacobs."

"I'd like to see you try, Potter."

 "How did we get to Honeydukes?"

"I believe you described it as 'unromantic' and 'sweaty.'"

"There you go, being all heroic again. I'm fine, I'm not a damsel in distress, there's no dragon to slay here. You Gryffindors are so much work."

 "One, two, three; one, two, three, drink..."

 "Professor, this essay actually says that vampires sparkle in the sunlight. What are you teaching these kids?"

"It's those blasted Muggle Studies book reports, Finch-Fletchley has almost the entirety of the second year girls fawning of Edward What's-His-Face. Happens every year, drives me mad. They think these old eyes don't actually read the essays anymore."

"Of course Fred knows, I told you he and I caught up."

"Oh, you mean your super girly feelings chat to reinvigorate your bromance?"

“Looking as out of your league as I do takes time, Neville.”

 "You know I want to talk to you about Dora."

"You always want to talk about her, why should today be any different?"