I can be your house elf. I'll do whatever you want and I don't need any clothes.
You're like shareware with a key gen...full-featured.
Come here, I'll show you a REAL Patronus.
Let's stop delaying the inevitable. You're hot, I'm hot. Let's just f*** now.
Are you from Narnia? Cause you sure make my lion roar.
Your willingness to discuss Harry Potter with me greatly increases the probability that I'll let you Slytherin my Chamber of Secrets, and that's not just the Butterbeer talking.
May I offer you something? Water? Juice? My heart? A whole life together?
Are you a formication? Because you're getting under my skin.
My friend over there really wants your number so he knows where to get a hold of me in the morning.