Along yet another corridor he dashed, and then there were owls everywhere, and Mrs. Norris was hissing and trying to bat them with her paws, no doubt to return them to their proper place. . . .
Not a week goes by that I don't receive at least one pissed-off letter (most weeks there are more) accusing me of being foul-mouthed, bigoted, homophobic, murderous, frivolous, or downright psychopathic.
" For heaven's sake, Harry, " said Hermione, exasperated, as one of Ron's bishops wrestled her knight off his horse and dragged him off the board. " Go and find Justin if it's so important to you."