Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?

How much more of this was he going to have to take?

“Don’t worry about it, Harry,” Dean muttered, <…>. “He’s just . . .” But apparently he was unable to say exactly what Seamus was, and after a slightly awkward pause followed him out of the room.

“Does he think he’ll turn into a nutter if he stays in a room with me too long?”

Had Dumbledore suffered like this all summer, as first the Wizengamot, then the International Confederation of Wizards had thrown him from their ranks? Was it anger at Harry, perhaps, that had stopped Dumbledore getting in touch with him for months? The two of them were in this together, after all;

How many more people were going to suggest that he was lying or unhinged?

“My gran says that’s rubbish,” piped up Neville. “She says it’s the Daily Prophet that’s going downhill, not Dumbledore. She’s canceled our subscription.

Harry waved good night to them and headed straight for the door to the boys’ dormitories; he was not in much of a mood for talking at the moment.

“That was about the dullest speech I’ve ever heard, and I grew up with Percy.”

“Ron, we’re supposed to show the first years where to go!”
“Oh yeah,” said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. “Hey — hey you lot! Midgets!”
“Ron!”
“Well, they are, they’re titchy . . .”