“No way, mum, not a chance,” I said adamantly.

I was in the hallway sitting on a suitcase that had been forced packed by my mother. That’s right, forced packed! Even though I attempted to remove all the items my kind, dear and wonderful mother had packed, she still managed to do it. 

Life is so unfair!

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Let’s look at the evidence shall we.

I thought for a split second that I could have fun with the Potter’s.
I started to count sheep.
I called Potter ‘James’ in my head.
I have FIMS, for crying out loud.
I smiled at Potter.
I go around poking my nose in other people’s rooms and then jump on the bed.

Case closed.