Gloves, Toaster and Toilets

The week passed by easily for the twins. Their business was going wonderfully and the gloves were selling out right before their eyes. The only problem were the original gloves. However interested in all their spells they were, they were impatient to get back to their owner. They were very realistic and knew that Arthur was sure to be looking for them. That was perhaps what got the twins to agree to taking them back, or maybe just their constant nagging. Either way, the gloves were going back to their owners.

The return of the gloves was carefully planned out. They would go to Grimmuald Place when they thought that nobody would be there and place the gloves in a place where they could be easily overlooked and where they could get themselves. That place was still undecided, but the planned on finding it upon arrival.

They expected the house to be empty at night that day because so many people had missions at those types of times. They closed shop at nine, as usual, and spent some time planning their adventure before actually setting out. The night-time excursion was nothing new to them, and they were positively delighted at this chance to sneak around once again. That was the only reason they regretted being shop bound against any real mission in the Order.

At eleven, they decided that the house should be empty enough, and that Sirius and Kreacher would be asleep at that point. They apparated to the basement kitchen, wincing at the noise they made. They were happy to note, however, that nobody had seemed to hear them and they had not been caught.

They quietly made their way up through the dark house looking for a good place to leave the gloves. They were seriously starting to consider just leaving them under a couch and forgetting the whole affair when they heard a rustling from upstairs. They jumped a foot into their air and hid in a nearby closet, leaving a little crack to be able to see what was going on.

Soft footsteps met their ears and they watched as a young woman went down the steps. She was short, pale, had short black hair and very green eyes. The twins had never seen this woman before, but supposed she was just a new member of the Order they had not seen before. She went briefly into the kitchen where they couldn't see her and came out carrying a glass of water. Curious, they followed her up to her room, staying very quiet to make sure that she wouldn't notice them.

As they followed her, they remembered that Tonks was supposed to be staying there that week in the room next to Sirius. They consequently got a surprise when this mysterious stranger entered the room they had thought to be Tonks's.

They quickly went down the stairs and tried not to comment on their stupidity. Tonks was a metamorphmagus and she could have easily changed her looks. They contributed the lack of clumsiness to her height. She had probably started out short, but altered her height to be a bit to be taller, and was unused to being tall. That or maybe she could never make her feet proportional to her height.

They decided to put the gloves in the desk that had previously housed the bogart. It would be a good excuse to why they had been missing and it was an easy place to overlook.

After that adventure, the two went down to the basement kitchen to apparate safely to their flat. They slept soundly that night, but couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the gloves.