Anyone less likely to climb out of a shabby, broken-down caravan was hard to imagine. He was beautifully dressed in a silk shirt, a blue linen jacket and impeccably creased fawn trousers, and his black hair was crisply cut in a way I could see was expensive. He seemed older than the rest of us - I thought fifteen, at least - and the only gypsy thing about him were the dark, dark eyes in his confident, good-looking face.

- Conrad’s Fate (2005)

Gwendolyn made excellent progress. Such a promising witch was she, indeed, that she skipped the First Grade Magic exam and went straight on to Second Grade. She took the Third and Fourth grades together just after Christmas, and by the following summer, she was starting on Advanced Magic.

- Charmed Life (1977)

Janet pounded her open right boot on the gravel. “I am not Gwendolen! I’m not even really like her! Get that into your fat head, will you?”

Cat started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” said Janet.

“Gwendolen always stamps when she’s angry too,” said Cat.

“Gah!” said Janet.

- Charmed Life, (1977)

Hairy Peas, by tidah

Throgmorten was, Christopher had to admit, a truly unpleasant cat. His yellow eyes stared at them with a blank and insolent leer, and there was something about the set of his ears - one higher than the other - which told Christopher that Throgmorten would attack viciously anything that got in his way … “Wong-wong - WONG-WONG!” howled Throgmorten, from the basket in his hand.

- The Lives of Christopher Chant, (1988)

Throgmorten - the original Crookshanks

It was Chrestomanci’s turn to feed the baby griffin. He sat on the hearth rug, a very strange sight in a frilly apron that Millie had conjured for him, over his dark crimson velvet evening dress, and aimed the dropper at the griffin’s open beak. The griffin choked again and most of the milk dribbled out. Chrestomanci looked resigned.

- The Pinhoe Egg, (2006)

Nursemaiding a Baby Griffin by *Agent-Elrond

Nirupam Singh, by Kecky

When I was small, I always thought Stallery Mansion was some kind of fairy-tale castle. I could see it from my bedroom window, high in the mountains about Stallchester, flashing with glass and gold when the sun struck it. When I got to the place at last, it wasn’t exactly like a fairy tale.

- Conrad’s Fate (2005)