Please do not be alarmed if a big man wearing a red suit picks you up and throws you into a bag. (Why?) Because I asked for you for Christmas.
You can be my Henrietta and I will be your Guiseppe.
My love for you burns like a dying phoenix.
There is only one way how to get rid of temptation -to give into it.
I've been whomping my willow thinking about you.
Thanks for still wanting to see me naked during the season in which my body looks the worst.
You can have the portkey to my heart.
One day, I will take you out and it will be unforgettable.
I need to learn Occlumency, because I can't get you out of my thoughts.
If I'm the pair tree, do you wanna be my partridge? (or vice versa).