Casey Campbell

“Sorry. Was it awful?”
“Being a rat? No. First it was disorienting. I was suddenly at ankle-level with everyone. I thought I'd drunk a shrinking potion, but I couldn't figure out why I had this urge to chew used gum wrappers.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Have ye no good points?” said Wee Mad Arthur desperately. Rob Anybody looked puzzled. “We kind of thought them is our good points, but if you want to get picky, we never steal from them as has nae money, we has hearts of gold, although maybe—okay, mostly—somebody else’s gold, and we did invent the deep-fried stoat. That must count for something.” “How is that a good point?” said Arthur. “Weel, it saves some other poor devil having tae do it. It’s what ye might call a taste explosion; ye take a mouthful, taste it, and then there is an explosion.” Despite himself, Wee Mad Arthur was grinning. “Have you boys got no shame?” Rob Anybody matched him grin for grin. “I couldna say,” he replied, “but if we have, it probably belonged tae somebody else.”
― Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

“Hello, Harry!” she said.
“Er — my name’s Barny,” said Harry, flummoxed.
“Oh, have you changed that too?” she asked brightly.
“How did you know — ?”
“Oh, just your expression,” she said.
Like her father, Luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you got over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling from her ears.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broken-down gate. The first read,
THE QUIBBLER. EDITOR: X. LOVEGOOD
The second,
PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE
The third,
KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows