Pacing back and forth in my quarters, I succeeded in wearing two large holes in the heels of my shoes.  Furious, I whirled around with lightning speed and gave the little boy a great nasty glare.

"Potter! You are going to pay dearly for this."

The monstrosity had the gall to smile! 

“No!”

“Yes! Mark my words; when this is all over, the very sight of a dirty cauldron will make you cry.”

"Bla bla!"

"What!?"

“Naniplephhhhhhhhh.”

“You are not making any sense!”

"Arry!"

“No, no!  You are Potter.  PO-TER,” I corrected him immediately.

The insufferable brat proceeded to bounce up and down on his bottom.

“Dada!”

He did not just...well @%$!&