'It was certainly unlikely, improbable, and some might say impossible. That the cunning Slytherin could fall in love with the witty Ravenclaw, well, it was simply unheard of— never done before. But then, Marcus Flint was not one to play by the rules.' Marcus/Cho

'He remembers her arms, embracing him as he drifted off into oblivion, trying to so hard to hold onto the perfect past in such an imperfect present.' This is the moment between living and dying, but Fred wishes it weren't.