“Oh, are you a prefect Percy? You should have said something we had no idea.”
“Hang on I think I remember him saying something about it, Once…”
“Or twice-”
“A minute-”
“All summer-”
Myrtle: Ooooh, it was dreadful. It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. Id hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then… I died.
Draco: “Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?” Harry: “Yeah, reckon so” Draco: “Got plenty of special features, hasn’t it? Shame it doesn’t come with a parachute–in case you get too near a Dementor.” Harry: “Pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,” said Harry. “Then it could catch the Snitch for you.”