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"How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George's fingers groped for the side of his head.
"Saintlike," he murmured.
"What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"
"Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?"

You say Pepsi
I say Butterbeer
You say car
I say train
You say school
I say Hogwarts
You say village
I say Hogsmeade
You say childhood
I say Harry Potter
You say dog
I say Sirius Black
You say football
I say Quidditch
You say president 
I say Minister of Magic
You say home
I say the Burrow