“Owls are here, boys,” yelled Mr Potter.

The boys ran down the stairs.

“I forgot it was NEWTs this year,” Sirius muttered, unfolding his seventh-year book list.
“How did you forget?” James asked, laughing.
He unrolled his book list too, and something fell out. Something gold. Something shiny.
“What-What is that?” Sirius asked, pointing at it.

“H-head… boy,” James replied, stunned.
“OH MY SON! HEAD BOY! OH, LOOK,” she beamed at her son, who had put the pin on.
“Someone is overly cheerful,” Mr Potter joked with Sirius.
“You might need to widen the doors. James’ head might grow larger.”