Person 2: Which one?
Person 1: Indonesian
Person 2: Oh you're such a B.A.M.F
Person 1: Hey your brother is such a B.A.M.F
Person 1: AHHH! it's a bird, i'm so scared of them.
Person 2: Feed one, be a B.A.M.F
Person 1: I'm a Bitch.
Person 2: That's a B.A.M.F thing to say
Person 1: What did you get into jail for?
Person 2: I took a shit on my hand and rub it on the building
Person 1: Oh, you a Bad Ass Mother Fucker
Person 2: You mean a B.A.M.F
"What? This?" Neville dismissed his injuries with a shake of his head. "This is nothing."
"Alecto, Amycus' sister, teaches Muggle Studies, which is compulsory for everyone. We've all got to listen to her explain how Muggles are like animals, stupid and dirty, and how they drove wizards into hiding by being vicious toward them, and how the natural order is being reestablished. I got this one," he indicated another slash to his face, "for asking how much Muggle blood she and her brother have got."
"Blimey, Neville," said Ron, "there's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth."
"You didn't hear her," said Neville.
"But they've used you as a knife sharpener," said Ron...Neville shrugged.
"Neville's the man!"
"We used to sneak out at night and put graffiti on the walls."
"Mandrakes!" Neville bellowed at Harry over his shoulder as he ran. "Going to lob them over the walls--they won't like this!"
"Have you seen my grandson?"
"He's fighting," said Harry.
Someone had broken free of the crowd and charged at Voldemort.
"I'll join you when hell freezes over," said Neville.
With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake's head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall...
Some old-school BAMF: "I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy."