You know you're obsessed with Harry Potter when...

You realize - hey, they never mention teaching stuff like Maths and English at Hogwarts; are wizarding folk forever doomed to have the language skills of eleven year olds?

(They're probably homeschooled in that aspect, the English and the Maths.

Blood's question: basically, they don't have classes every single day. You could actually fit different levels on different days. Think how they do the classes in college. You might have 1st, 2nd, 5th years on Monday; 4th, 6th, and 7th years on Tuesday; 3rd, 4th, and 6th years on Wednesday; 1st, 2nd and 7th years on Thursday...so on. I'm just completely making the schedule up but you get the point.)

you take your mother's broom out and try to fly it.

You take said broom and try to fly by jumping off the garage roof ^_^

you try on different cloaks to see if they're invisible ones.

You attempt to levitate things and get strange looks for your efforts

you prod your chess pieces with sticks to see if they'd move.

You attempt to make said chess pieces destroy each other

you try to invent your own version of Exploding Snaps.

You jump out at people, holding a stick and attempting to curse them

you walk in front of walls, hoping that a Room of Requirements would appear.

You hold very enlightening conversations with portraits that... don't... talk... back... -_-"

you wonder why pictures don't move.

You stand in front of stone Gargoyles (sp?) for hours saying the names of wizarding candy, getting very frustrated

you offer lemon drops to elderlies, hoping that they'll turn out to be Dumbledore.

You run around screaming about how "The Prophecy (sp?) must be fufilled!"

you ask women with red hair and green eyes if their names are "Lily"

If they say yes you scream and point a stick at them screaming "Die, mudblood! AVADA KEDAVRA!(sp?)"

BEFORE EVER READING OR HEARING OF THE SERIES, you had a dream about giant chess pieces trying to kill you.

You imagine Harry in the Land of Marshmallows (inside joke ^_^)

you had dreams about being a wizard/witch in the Potterverse. Heck, you can't tell if you're in reality or dream any longer. The one in the Potterverse might have been the true reality.

You see yourself as the supreme overlord of the Potterverse and enjoy making their lives much like a soap

you have multiple ongoing fics about the Potterverse and are contemplating on starting more.

Your brain hurts over the amount of thinking you do about your little Potterverse/s

you think of one scene and have a hard time deciding which little Potterverse you're going to stick the scene in.

You cry hysterically every time you kill off someone in your Potterverse but so enjoy killing them