You don’t even have to say “Luminos Maxima” to turn me on!
You don’t even have to say “Luminos Maxima” to turn me on!
You don’t even have to say “Luminos Maxima” to turn me on!
I’d like to get my basilisk into your chamber of secrets.
I’m not wearing an invisibility cloak, but do you think I could still visit your restricted section tonight?
You must be magical, because I’ve fallen under your spell.
You are like a bottle of Skele-Gro: You’re growing me a bone.
Going to bed? Mind if I Slytherin?
If I were to look into the Mirror of Erised, I’d see the two of us together.
I’ve been whomping my willow thinking about you.
Without you I feel like I’m in Azkaban and dementors are sucking away my soul.
I must have had some Felix Felicis, because I think I’m about to get lucky.