“Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!”

“Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible.”

“We are trapped here up on this wall by an evil beyond comprehension. It is here that we are damned to remain for all eternity, under the grime of centuries, beyond time. When even the paint falls off and these prison-canvases are bare again… well, then we are in limbo,” the poor man opened his eyes wide giving them a ghostly look.”

“Has Ron saved a goal yet?” asked Hermione, peering over the top of Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms.“Well, he can do it if he doesn't think anyone’s watching him,” said Fred, rolling his eyes. “So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up his end on Saturday.”

“Music, Take That and what we do is not real life. It’s magical. As soon as you begin to believe it the magic will disappear.”

“They are all leaving me, Daddy," I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'm going to be here all alone with all these secrets.”