Miranda Jane Goshawk

[Ravenclaw Quidditch]

I still haven't got the stomach to be a good sportsman. I'm bloody miserable and I'm going to eat a whole cake.

[Josef]

I'll save you a slice, if you like.

I cannot be the first among the foolish - if my years in Divination have taught me anything, it is that my skills of foresight are largely those of the imagination - to say that what will be will be, should the Minister begin to takes his cues from Muggle Britain. I should like to live to see the end of this conflict, and if I must have a part in it to ensure that end, I will not shy from it.

At least witches are allowed to serve, I say. That's one thing the Muggles haven't quite figured out yet. I am unfit for nursing.

[Gwennie]

All of my aims to take you into my Sapphic embrace for the Christmas Ball are abandoned. You must try and guess who's asked me.

Surely I cannot be the only one itching to build a snow man on the grounds. Someone(s) do say you'll join me.

[Ravenclaw Quidditch Team]

I suppose it makes me a terrible Samaritan to suggest that we take up a collection for extensive physical and emotional damages as a result of having taken any number of Bludgers to the solar plexus over the course of our tenure on the team? The way everyone is carrying on, really. We could be drowning in butterbeer next Hogsmeade weekend.

Would that Peeves had simply been the traditional prankster we know and love and continued with his yearly stuffing of mistletoe in curious locales throughout the castle. Rowena's unmentionables, but I am weary of whinging.

( The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! )