Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?

The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold.

A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window.

The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?