“This is The Department of Partially Deceased Affairs. You’re on our system as a primary care giver. Would you be interested in training to be a PDS Community Care Officer?” [x]
“Lily had picked up a fallen flower from the bush behind which Snape lurked. Petunia advanced, evidently torn between curiosity and disapproval. Lily waited until Petunia was near enough to have a clear view, then held out her palm. The flower sat there, opening and closing its petals, like some bizarre, many-lipped oyster.”
-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; chapter 33, The Prince’s Tale.
Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the fates.