" You'd be a sort of extra-concentrated ghost, " said Ron, chortling, as they passed the Bloody Baron going in the opposite direction, his wide eyes staring sinisterly.
Maybelle collapsed with blushes against Fanny's shoulder and the two girls hid their faces in each other's necks and giggled, as other voices began calling other names, other amounts of money.
I was the only one who saw Wilson's strange and knowing smiles. Pleased with having produced in my heart the desired result, he seemed to laugh within himself and cared nothing that no one laughed with him.