HERMIONE: Do you fancy a toffee? Don’t tell Ron. HARRY: You’re changing the subject. HERMIONE: I truly am. Toffee? HARRY: Can’t. We’re off sugar at the moment. (Beat.) You know, you can get addicted to that stuff? HERMIONE: What can I say? My parents were dentists, I was bound to rebel at some point. Forty is leaving it a little late, but . . . (She smiles at her friend.)
