“But when he said he couldn’t shoot, it just seemed to make an odd sort ofsense to tell him that Hermione couldn’t dance. It fit, really. Men were supposed to shoot, and womenwere supposed to dance, and trusty best friends were supposed to keep their foolish mouths shut.Clearly, all three of them needed a bit of instruction.”

“The theme of the dance was "Great Romances," or some such nonsense. There were projections of supposedly great couples from the past on the walls of the gym. Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra, Hermione and Ron, Bonnie and Clyde, etc.”

“Thought we were supposed to be friends? Best friends?”“We are, Sev.”

“[while dancing] The man who was supposed to be her new partner had taken the caller’s final instruction to extremes. From the way Adam’s mouth was locked against Kitty’s he seemed to be anticipating not a temporary split but a lengthy separation. More of a French Fancy than a farmer’s fancy, thought Coralie.”

“Odd how it was so easy for a stranger to assume such familiarity. Especially when those who were supposed to know you best often didn't, not at all.”

“Do you believe in God?” he asks.“Do you?”“I used to”“What happened?”“I couldn’t find him. He’s supposed to be everywhere. I mean, he’s not supposed to be playing hide-and-seek.”