Mrs Potter I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded.

James What about my job at the Quality Quidditch Supplies?

Mrs Potter Ok, fine. Other than work. And no owl.

James My owl is sick.

Mrs Potter Then no wand.

James I need my wand for school.

Mrs Potter Then, no... uh... (glances at Sirius) No Sirius.

Sirius What?! No Sirius?!

Mrs Potter NO SIRIUS!