Waiter: [Hermione hides from Cormac at the Christmas party. Waiter offers hors d'oeuvres] Dragon tartare?
Hermione Granger: No, thank you.
Harry Potter: I'm fine.
Waiter: Just as well. They give you terrible bad breath.
Hermione Granger: On second thought...
[grabs the tray and gobbles two]
Hermione Granger: Maybe they'll keep McLaggen at bay... oh, God, here he comes!