Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!”
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?” said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
“Wait until your father hears! Ron, I’m so proud of you, what wonderful news, you could end up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, it’s the first step!

“You were so keen to help the Order,” said Mrs. Weasley, “you can do your bit by making headquarters fit to live in.”
“I feel like a house-elf,” grumbled Ron.

“So you think he’s touched in the head?” said Harry heatedly.

“I wish he’d talked to me, though. Or even looked at me.”

Eric the security man was hidden behind his Daily Prophet again.

“Malfoy’s been giving generously to all sorts of things for years. . . . Gets him in with the right people . . . then he can ask favors . . . delay laws he doesn’t want passed . . . Oh, he’s very well connected, Lucius Malfoy . . .”

“I’m going to take you straight back so you can tell the others the good news,”<…>“I’ll drop you off on the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green. Come on . . .”
“So what will you have to do about the toilet?” Harry asked, grinning.

Fudge acted as though Mr. Weasley and Harry were part of the wall,

“Down here, down here,” panted Mr. Weasley, taking two steps at a time. “The lift doesn’t even come down this far . . . why they’re doing it there . . .”

“Why have they changed the time?” Harry said breathlessly as they hurtled past the Auror cubicles; people poked out their heads and stared as they streaked past. Harry felt as though he had left all his insides back at Perkins’s desk.