"Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret ..."
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat, and read out --
"It's just ... fair, isn't it?" he said to Cedric. "We all know now ... we're on an even footing, aren't we."
I just love Harry.
"No, I'm fine," said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.
I can so relate to this feeling!
I want one of those models to pace on my nightstand!
"Percy wouldn't recognise a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea-cosy."
*snort* That's the truth!