*Yawn* More Swifties

[Jim Flanagan]

"Come here, Mikey.  There's a good little goat, come to daddy," 
Aberforth said, capriciously.

"In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous," said Professor 
Vector, operettically. (apologies to G&S)

"...you are going into a deep,deep sleep..." intoned Professor 
Trelawney, ethereally.

"Father tells me that the new DADA teacher is a woman...and she's 
Greek!" Malfoy sneered, Xenaphobically.

"...flesh of the servant, freely given..." said Pettigrew, 
offhandedly.

"All the Malfoys have been left-handed," said Draco, Sinisterly.

"What does 'Vol-de-mort' mean in French?" Ron asked Hermione, 
flightily.

"*I* already have a date for the Ball," Hermione informed Ron, 
Victoriously.

"My, Dudley, how you've grown!" exclaimed Aunt Marge, fatuously.

"'I am Lord Voldemort,'" is that supposed to be some kind of Riddle, 
Tom?" Harry asked, backwardly.

"There's two of us, that makes us a 'semifour,'" said Fred and 
George, signally.

"I understand that it is getting overpopulated at the bottom of the 
lake," Hermione, said, mercifully.

"Où est Madame Maxime?" Fleur inquired, Frankly.

"I'm sorry, Ron, we couldn't get the store to extend our tab, so we 
had to buy you second-hand dress robes," said Mrs Weasley, 
incredulously.