There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

Draco, hot, invites Harry to meet him in the castle at night. For strictly violent reasons. This is not a date.

Snape shows up and Harry is all “why are you so obsessed with me?”

Sort, sort, sort, sort, sort, sort. He said me haffi sort, sort, sort, sort, sort, sort.