Гораздо хуже, когда герои фанфика, будучи одиннадцатилетними детьми, задвигают заумные пафосные речи, словно они умудренные знаниями и жизненным опытом зрелые волшебники. Вот один из моментов, что пришел на ум (и это даже далеко не самый яркий пример). Фанфик Angry Harry and the Seven.

Harry gave a big sigh and said, "Well, as he is a cousin, of sorts; I suppose I should make an effort."

He slowly rose to his feet and finally faced Malfoy. "I'm sure your mother, as she was a Black, taught you better manners than to just barge into the compartment of your social betters without even knocking first. However, as you are a cousin, I suppose I can overlook your uncouth behaviour and poor self-introduction for now.

"I am, indeed, Mister Harry James Potter, Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. I'm sure you're most pleased to finally meet me.

"And, as I'm currently sitting in a compartment and am friends with Mister Neville Longbottom, Heir Apparent of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Longbottom; Miss Daphne Greengrass, Heiress Presumptive of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Greengrass; Miss Tracey Davis, Heiress of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Davis; Miss Susan Bones, Heiress Apparent of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Bones; and Miss Hannah Abbott, Heiress of the Noble and Ancient House of Abbott - as you can see - I have not made friends with 'the wrong sort', as you put it."

Leaning forward slightly with his head cocked 'just so', he asked, "Will there be anything else - cousin?"