In Mrs. Black’s mind, her brother was a stingy man who never put his money to any use. Sirius decided, therefore, that it would be for the best not to share with her what Alphard was in fact spending his money on these days.

The main reason Julietta thought the nicknames were pointless was the fact that the boys her friends had chosen to name were ones they would never stand a chance with. While Irene and Suzy spent hours discussing a passing glance in minute detail, those boys were out snogging older girls or doing anything other than thinking about them, a couple of awkward thirteen-year old witches.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” She heard herself shouting, although it could have been anyone’s voice. The fever was clouding her brain and making her see red. “THIS IS A SCHOOL! IT’S NOT SOME KIND OF BROTHEL!”

“Oh, yeah, she may have mentioned something like that… About seeing her bedroom.” James repressed another shudder.
 
“A girl’s bedroom is certainly a frightening place,” Remus said, staring into the fire.

Severus was comforted by the thought that pictures of him, Wilkes and Mulciber would one day hang on the chamber’s wall like the portraits of previous members now staring down on them.

Lily didn’t think she’d ever had a more difficult time concentrating on her textbooks. Harassment from Potter or jeering Slytherins she could handle – the pungent odor of nail varnish and a continuous backdrop of giggling was quite a different matter.