“But the dust! And the clutter! My housewifely and scholarly instincts were equally offended.”
“Why, June, you sound surprised.” He’d put on an offended-housewife voice, but it was in a hoarse whisper, so it sounded like an offended housewife who smoked five packs of cigarettes a day. I laughed.”
“Think about appearances. I wanted my apartment to be less cluttered, and also to look less cluttered.”
“My father was a history professor, and my mother a housewife—"She married a house?”
“Clutter is my natural habitat.”
“Offend Dobby!” choked the elf. “Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard — like an equal —”