Gloves, Toaster and Toilets

It was halfway through June and the Weasley twins were happy: very happy. They just recently dropped out of Hogwarts and were ready to be on their own. Their home was a flat above their joke shop, but this morning, they were in Grimmuald Place.

The previous day, they had come here because it was the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. By the suggestion of Dumbledore, through Fawkes, they had been initiated into the Order. Their mother had been reluctant to let them join, but in the end, decided it was better than that "horrible store."

Luckily for the twins, they could constantly keep the store open because the Order had agreed that they would be assigned nothing that would take them away from their store. Their main job would be to research and find things that could be useful for their side: a bit of a change from their usual pranking tools.

So today, they would go back to their busy work as Order inductees. The shop did not have so many customers as it was still the school year, but people who came still loved their shop and bought a lot. The main profit was coming from owl orders, mainly from Hogwarts students, who couldn't get to the store. In short, business was doing well, though they had only been open a few days.

They were ready to apparate away and open their shop when something caught their eye. On a table was a piece of parchment, ink, a luxury quill, and a pair of leather gloves. The twins, curious as they were, took a few moments to examine the items: George was fingering the quill, and Fred was examining the gloves.

George unscrewed the ink and was going to try writing with the quill to test it. But both twins got a surprise when one of the gloves jumped out of Fred's hands and slapped George. George was standing were still and his mouth was open in shock. The quill fell, drifting down to the table. Fred dropped the other glove and stepped away slowly. They were both expecting someone invisible to be the culprit of this nasty trip.

The invisible person never came but the gloves started writing furiously.

Just what do you think you're doing? Waltzing around like you can do whatever you want and stealing?

The twins were now doing very accurate impression of fish. "Who's doing this?" one of them sputtered out.

Well, we are, of course. It's amazing what gloves can do with a simple spell.

George finally found his voice. "So you gloves can write?"

That and a variety of other things: yes. Basically anything that hands can do, we can do. Plus more, since we're made of leather and are more flexible than bone.

"Wicked!" both shouted. "Look, we're in a hurry; do you mind if we take you along to our shop? You can tell us more in our free time," Fred asked quickly.

Why not?

The next thing anyone knew was they were in the back of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and the twins were running around, opening up the shop as quickly as they possibly could.