"The bookshelf," Kate admitted and even though she knew she shouldn't be amused, a little smile appeared as she thought about it. The whole thing had been really stupid, but she'd still been stoned and she figured that the drugs were at least partially to blame for it. "I don't even know where I got the matches. I don't even know why I wanted to do it."

That wasn't true at all. She remembered all the books it had been giving her and how much they'd pissed her off, but she didn't want to think about it now. "I must have been really out of it to want to actually get out of bed again." Especially with Harry in it.