Gloves, Toaster and Toilets

The twins opened their store and practically ran back to the gloves, which were standing around idly and waiting for them to come back. The twins weren't worried about costumers; their doorbell was quite distinct. They found a spare piece of parchment, a quill and ink and practically shoved it up to the gloves.

The gloves sighed, as much as gloves could, and took the quill, ready to write.

"So, what spell are you under?"

Motus Manicae. It gives us the power of motion and the personality of the caster. The caster of our spell has died, and n a way, he lives on in us. The counter-spell is Durare and after this spell is cast, any re-castings give a new life and do not bring back the lost one. Recasting done by anyone done while the original spell is still intact will only strengthen it.

"So... who owns you?"

That depends -- who are you?

"I'm Fred--"

"I'm George--"

"And together -- we're the Weasley twins!"

Oh -- Arthur told us about you two...

"He cast the spell?" one asked.

Didn't we already tell you that my caster is dead?

One of the twins (George?) read back. "No..."

So we're telling you now. Arthur only found us and he will be looking for us.

"Oh, keep your -- er... buttons on." Fred finished lamely. A duck's quacking came from the front of the store and the twins rushed out to help their customer.

In a few minutes, the twins were back, this time with a pair of old gloves. The gloves watched with a rare interesting while the twins cast a series of spells on them. First was a spell to renew them, then they used a bit of a potion to change the material to (imitation) silk. Then they made the size adjustable and charmed it to change colors at different intervals. Then they cast the Motus spell and duplicated the gloves (by three) by dipping them into a cauldron hidden in a closet.

The twins noticed the gloves and one informed them, "The potion only works on fabrics, otherwise our work would be much easier, but it does help where it can. The other potion was our invention as well. We have to be good in Charms, Transfiguration and Potions to be good at this, but a lot of it is experimental stuff."

The other twin prodded his copy. "Fred, if you'd care to notice..." George gestured around at the six gloves running around and causing trouble. Fred gasped and froze the gloves.

The twins spent the rest of the day being watched by the gloves. They steadily made more and more gloves in between customers. The place was very colorful and full of packages by the time they were done. There were gloves of every color, even flashing neon and interchanging polka dots and moving (bright) plaid. There was something for everyone and it was all nicely packaged.

They added a place in the shop for the gloves. They even had a little display of ten gloves doing all sorts of tricks. They had a sign up front with a glove beckoning people inside. That day, they explained and demonstrated the new product numerous times, but it was worth it. The new Wheeze was an instant sensation. Everyone wanted a pair of these fun gloves.

It really ended up being a good day for the Weasley twins. The only thing they regretted was not having thought of it sooner.