Wiley lunges to his feet, pants tangling around his ankles.
She dragged herself across the damp floor, among the muddy boots of all those men, without rising, with clasped hands, and taking great strides on her knees.
Napoleon was one of those geniuses from whom thunder darts.
“I should climb up now, Harry Potter, I think?”
“That's right,” rasped the other. “Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?”
He laid his hand quickly on the knocker and lifted it; then he paused again and stopped short, as though in thought, and after the lapse of a few seconds, instead of allowing the knocker to fall abruptly, he placed it gently, and resumed his way with a sort of haste which had not been apparent previously.
"You crawl over the walls and you don't care a straw for the government. So there now!"