"Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, who had never had anything to share before, or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all of Harry’s pasties and cakes.
Well, you’re gonna win. Or you’re gonna lose. Either way, the sun’s gonna come up the next morning.
"Just wait until your mother hears about THIS! Of course, we might downplay the life-threatening parts."