Gloves, Toaster and Toilets

Author's Notes: I'm not sure how I neglected to post the last chapter, but here it is. This will eventually get edited, but for now, I intend to plow forward with writing new things.

The gloves spent approximately a week in a drawer of the desk. They did as much exploring as the small space allowed them to. It seemed that nobody ever used this desk, or at least not in the time they spent there. It was a relief to them that nobody ever bothered them, but were starting to wonder when they would be found by Arthur.

Arthur was searching desperately for his quill. It was his best one and he loved writing with it. He swept the house many times, but could not find it. He also vaguely registered the gloves being missing, although this did not bother him. The gloves were independent enough to wander around the house without getting into much trouble. Plus, he had been busy the last few weeks with Order work, so he could not have used the gloves even if he had wanted to.

In another one of his "house sweeps" as he called them, Arthur was standing in the middle of the room, thinking if there could be a place that he had missed. As if on cue, he noticed the desk. The previous year, it had been unused for fear of a bogart inside; now, nobody really had a use for it. But maybe, just maybe, he had put the quill away there so that nobody would take it. It was a bit of a stretch, but there was no other place he could look. If it wasn't there he would just give up looking for the quill anymore.

When he opened the top drawer, he got two surprises. There was the quill, still looking regal, and the gloves. He was about to take the quill, but the gloves stopped him. They swatted him away; he had drawn back because of this gesture. The gloves made a pose, reminding Arthur vaguely of someone putting their hands on their hips. The idea was very amusing, but the situation was pretty serious. They jumped out of the drawer onto the newly restored desk top, taking the quill as well as a piece of parchment and ink out of the drawer.

Arthur was substantially surprised, but after nearly a year of owning the gloves, he was used to their antics. He closed the drawer after them, and after glancing around to make sure nobody was coming, turned his attention to the gloves. They had already written on the paper, in angry disjoined letters.

Well, finally, we got out of there. Two weeks. Two weeks!

"Well... I was busy... I didn't know what happened with you, but I presumed you were all right..."

Yet you were searching for a QUILL so desperately!

"That quill means a lot to me..."

So we don't?

"Of course you do! But you can take care of yourselves!" The gloves seemed to have no answer to that, so Arthur quickly changed the subject. "How did you get in there?"

How do you think? "Oh no, they're coming; they're coming; you gotta hide!" Then you shove us and the stupid quill in here and forget for two weeks!

This wasn't the truth, of course, but the gloves did not want to betray the likeable twins. The anger from not being found for a week was enough to fuel them. The quill had already been there when they had been hid; so they just made up that part to make t fit together and to avoid awkward questions. The story seemed true and Arthur was convinced that he had done that. That was very useful for the gloves.

"I'm sorry. You forgive me?"

Yea... just don't forget us again.

"Done!" Arthur exclaimed happily.

That day, he made utilized the empty desk. His work, both Ministry and Order, was organized into the drawers. Spare parchment, ink, his quills and the gloves were also put into a drawer, this time a bit bigger. It could be used for both work and the glove conversations.

He finished that day with a few words to gloves, reassuring them that he won't forget them, talk to them more regularly, and not stuff them into a drawer or anything of the sort ever again. The gloves were happy with this promise, and happily settled into their new "home." That was the most permanent arrangement during the year they had been there, and they hoped to keep it.

Arthur likewise finished the month off on a good note. He had the quill back and was confident he wouldn't loose it again; he had the gloves back and was on their good side, and he had become a little more organized that day. Molly would be proud; of course, not about the gloves, as he would try to make sure she didn't find out for another year.

Soon Ron would come back for the summer and the house would be full again. Tonks and the other Order members hurt were healthy again; Tonks had just come back a week ago. They were very busy, as now the wizarding world would truly be at war, but they would get through it.

The kids were growing older, but they had all made Arthur proud. It would be a miracle if they all survived, but some sacrifices had to be made. Sirius had been the first, or the second depending on your point of view, and the Order was steadily growing stronger and gaining support.

Soon Harry and Hermione would come and Ron's OWL's will be decided, but that will be the beginning of a new year, and the true beginning of the war. But whatever happened, Arthur knew one thing, the gloves would help him get through it.