Creevey Quotes & Sayings

When Harry woke up on Sunday morning, it took him a moment to remember why he felt so miserable and worried. Then the memory of the previous night rolled over him. He sat up and ripped back the curtains of his own four-poster, intending to talk to Ron, to force Ron to believe him - only to find that Ron's bed was empty; he had obviously gone down to breakfast. Harry dressed and went down the spiral staircase into the common room. The moment he appeared, the people who had already finished breakfast broke into applause again. The prospect of going down into the Great Hall and facing the rest of the Gryffindors, all treating him like some sort of hero, was not inviting; it was that, however, or stay here and allow himself to be cornered by the Creevey brothers, who were both beckoning — J.K. Rowling

My 11-year-old thinks I'm cool because he watches things I've made on YouTube. — Armando Iannucci

Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Harry felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up. They were taking turns covering themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at her from behind statues. — J.K. Rowling

You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club. — J.K. Rowling

We could give 'Take That' a run for their money. — Brian Harvey

Figures must be adjusted downwards to take account of the cost of living, which has risen by a factor of nearly seven in my lifetime. — Niall Ferguson

They had reached Lockhart's classroom ... 'You could've fried an egg on your face said Ron. 'You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, or they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club.'
'Shut up,' snapped Harry. The last thing he needed was for Lockhart to hear the phrase 'Harry Potter fan club. — J.K. Rowling

If there was one good thing that came out of all this, it was that I got to meet you. I would go through it all again - I would, as long as it meant I'd met you. — Alexandra Bracken

Sacredness grew like a pearl, sometimes around the most unlikely bits of grit. — S.M. Stirling