“Did you get yours signed?” Sirius asked grumpily, throwing his bag across James’ room.
“Yeah, why? That witch didn’t sign yours?” James asked.
“No, she said I was such a muggle lover I didn’t deserve to go. What a load of old toads! Just because I stuck up a Gryffindor flag in my room.”

“MUM!” James yelled.”
They heard footsteps ascending the stairs, and Mrs. Potter poked her head in the door.
“Oh hello Sirius, I didn’t hear you arrive. How are you mu dear?”
“His mother won’t sign his Hogsmeade form, mum, do you think you could sign it?”