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“Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of were thickset and looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelssly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“See ya, Crab," sullen boy said to Rayanne.
"Crab?"
"It's my name, Rayanne Crabbe, with a double b and an e at the end. So what?"
"Pull in your pincers, Rayanne," said Gabriel, opening and closing the four fingers of both hands against his thumbs.
Rayanne's last name being Crabbe was the first piece of good news I had heard in a long time, and as she and Gabriel walked away I could swear she was moving sideways.”
― Margot Berwin, Scent of Darkness