“If this was Harry Potter, he'd definitely be in Slytherin”

“... I tried to glare at him but I felt terrible and I’m sure I didn’t pull it off. He was handsome, which irked me. His hair and eyes were dark and he couldn’t be more than forty five. If this was Harry Potter, he’d definitely be in Slytherin.”

“It's not just jealousy because the Jacobson's are imprinting. There's a prophecy.""A prophecy," I scoffed. "What is this, Harry Potter?”

“Only the sweetest of the sweet would bring brownies to the apocalypse.”

“Truly, all that was missing was Mission Impossible theme music, and if I was being honest, it was playing in my head anyway.”

“He was such a…master of kissery.”

“Sweetheart," he chided, making my heart skid. "You'll never need me more than I need you." I didn't argue out loud, though my mind made it clear that he was insane if he thought that was true.”