No one else is going to die. Not for me.
"We’ve got four hours of this? Four hours of just sitting here?"
"Tell you what, we’ll have to talk to each other instead!" [x]
"You know, house-elves get a very raw deal! It’s slavery, that’s what it is! That Mr Crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he’s got her bewitched so she can’t even run when they start trampling tents! Why doesn’t anyone do something about it?”