You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat, And eat three pounds of sausages at a go, Or only bread and pickle for a week, And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
He sank into a deep bow so that his pencil-like nose brushed the threadbare surface of the hearthrug and Hedwig gave an indignant hoot and fluttered on to the arm of Harry's chair.
" Well, " said Evie, " my daddy is a doctor. He makes sicky people better, and he listens to their hearts go 'boom, boom', and he has 14 pencils in a tub."