The Witch of Heatherfield?

Prequel: Heatherfield is our housing development.
So, I have a black stool that I plunked down on the patio to sit on as I observed Miss Josephine’s comings and goings in the yard. Then Husband bought a pumpkin which I plunked down on the stool. Then I found a little broom in the shed and swept the patio. Oh how cute, I thought, to lean it against the stool. And, finally, I found a yellow golf ball that had gone astray (one of many strays as we live on the 18th fairway of a golf course). Said golf ball became…you guessed it… Harry Potter’s Golden Snitch! Does this make me…(see post title)
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