“she got a reputation for an easy smile and a sharp tongue, and using one to balance the other, she seemed friendly but distant”

“It was easy, terribly easy, to become with time a middle-aged spinster with a sharp tongue. She would have to guard against this.”

“Margaret liked this smile; it was the first thing she had admired in this new friend of her father's; and the opposition of character, shown in all these details of appearance she had just been noticing, seemed to explain the attraction they evidently felt towards each other.”

“Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!""They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one.”

“She's got a smile that it seems to me remind me of the childhood memories when everything was fresh as a bright blue sky.”

“I’ve always resented Hermione, because I wanted to be her so badly and she never seemed to appreciate as much as I thought she should that she got to be her. She got to live at Hogwarts and be friends with Harry and kiss Ron, which was supposed to happen to me.”