"James, Remus, Peter and I have come to a decision, we've decided to get you some proper help."
James Potter can't believe what he is hearing.
"The time has come, James, please follow us."
What utter ridiculousness, there is nothing wrong with him!
"James, please, follow us, we're only here to help."
Idiots, the lot of them, but he does as they say anyway.
"Good stag."
Berk.
"What is this?"
What do they think they're doing? He needs no therapist.
"Hello, Mr Potter, my name is Alfred Farnly, your friends tell me that you require my assistance."
Because he really needs assistance with something he doesn't know anything about.
"James, Doctor Farnly will listen to anything and everything, all right? We'll come back in an hour, have fun."
Fun? With a therapist? Sure.
"Well, Mr Potter, where shall we start?"
At the door sounds good to James.
