“Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name.“Does your mother call you Pigeon?”“No.”“Then to me you are Paul.”...“Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read.“My mother never calls me Nathan.”“Is it Nate?”“She calls me Honeylips.”
“Nathan Sutter," the teacher read. Here. My mother never calls me Nathan." Is it Nate?"She calls me Honeylips.”
“Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely.”
“I’m a teacher! A teacher, Potter! How dare yeh threaten ter break down my door!”“I’m sorry, sir,” said Harry, emphasizing the last word.Hagrid looked stunned. “Since when have yeh called me ‘sir’?” “Since when have you called me ‘Potter’?”
“You would make a great teacher. (Grace)Commander to teacher. Why not call me Cato the Elder, and really insult me while you’re at it? (Julian)”
“Are you an accountant?” she asked.“Why? Are you calling me boring?”