"I have changed," said James seriously. His eyes were serious, and his face wore a serious expression. "I have changed for you."

The cereal was his friend. There were many bits of cereal in an average bowl full of cereal. Bowlfuls, even. Cereal generally meant 'many', as in 'serial' killings. Not just one, but many. James felt as if every crunchy piece of cereal was like a devoted fan.

"How am I supposed to enjoy my paddling time when my rubber ducky has flown from my grasp?" he cried. "So close, yet so far away!"

"I am catching the bus," he announced to the world, much to the alarm of an elderly woman who was walking behind him. She was alarmed for two reasons: 1. Because it was not usual to announce your every activity to the world and 2. Because it was a bank holiday Monday and the buses weren't running.

Lily rolled her eyes at her husband's total stupidity as she did periodically every ten seconds or so . "There aren't any crowns here in Starbucks," she said. "In Starbucks, all men are equal."

James Potter was sad