“Ah, yes, Lucy.” Quinn sneered, tilting her head to the side. “I can still hear her screaming sometimes, but she just doesn’t understand. This body is mine now and I get what I want. Which is why it’s such a shame that you left this-” She paused and pulled Ruby’s old knife from her bag, the blade glittering under the fluorescent lights. “Just laying around. Sorry, Sam, but you’ve just interfered too much.”
“The very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother Lily’s. Yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.” - Remus Lupin
“Did you like question ten, Moony?” asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
“Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “‘Give five signs that identify the werewolf.’ Excellent question.”
“D’you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…”