(..) -Thank you, sir. Wands at the ready. -Scared, Potter? -You wish. On the count of three. . . . . .cast your charms to disarm your opponent. Only to disarm. We don't want any accidents here. One. -Two. - l said disarm only. Don't move, Potter. l'll get rid of it for you. Allow me, Professor Snape. What are you playing at? You're a Parselmouth? (..)

(..) It answered to somebody else. When he killed Snape, he thought the wand would become his. But the thing is... The wand never belonged to Snape. It was Draco, who disarmed Dumbledore that night in the Astronomy tower. From that moment on and the wand answered him, Until, the other night when I disarmed Draco. At Malfoy Manor. So, that means... It's mine! - What should we do with it? - We? (..)

(..) Damn it, children fight. It's over. Joffrey will bear these scars for the rest of his life. ( Scornfully ) You let that little girl disarm you? Ned, see to it that your daughter is disciplined. - I'll do the same with my son. - Gladly, your Grace. Cersei: (..)