‘Yer great puddin’ of a son don’ need fattenin’ any more, Dursley, don’ worry.’

He became my retainer, my batman, the solution to my ever-growing need for an extra pair of hands.

Politely I asked for a glass of plain water.

a crested bird called in Zemblan sampel (‘silktail’), closely resembling a waxwing in shape and shade, is the model of one of the three heraldic creatures (the other two being a reindeer proper and a merman azure, crined or) in the armorial bearings of the Zemblan King, Charles the Beloved