I, Lily Evans, can't be falling for that toe-rag that looks like an over-excited balloon on Christmas Day.  It's impossible, un-imaginable.  But not un-realistic.  I'm staring to realise his funny charm, and that smile that escapes his lips every time he looks at me.  I can't even get the image of his face, when he's concentrated, out of my head.  What has happened to me?  Has he put me under a spell?  Brian-washed me?  Answer: All of the above.