— Um, — said Harry. — What Tracey did... startled you?
— Startled me, Mr. Potter? — There might have been a touch of acidity in her voice. — No, Mr. Potter, I was scared. I was frightened. I wouldn’t want to admit to being afraid of just dragons or something, people might think I was cowardly, but when you can hear distant voices crying ‘Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!’ and there’s pools of blood seeping out from under all the doors, then it’s okay to be scared.