A/N - I have no idea what this is.


"What is that?" She scowled at the large box Charlie was levitating into their apartment.

"It's a T.V," he said, concentrating more on the box than her.

"A what?"

"Muggle invention. Like a photo but with sound." He glanced up briefly, noting her incredulous look, and continued: "We live in a Muggle neighbourhood. Might as well fit in."

"It wasn't my choice to live here," she muttered under her breath, watching him unpack the thing from the box. It was hideous, really. She couldn't understand why anyone would want such a thing in their house.

.oOo.

"Why do you insist on keeping that thing?" she snapped.

"Because I like it." He kept his attention firmly on the T.V, watching as some mockery of a ghost attacked what was possibly a half-giant.

"It's ridiculous. They haven't got anything right." She turned her nose up at the Muggle box and stormed from the room.

.oOo.

Charlie came home from work late the next day, completely exhausted and wanting to shower and then head straight to bed.

Unfortunately, he had other things he needed to deal with.

Like his girlfriend currently sitting in the centre of the room surrounded by a ring of salt, and the pentagram that she'd somehow managed to paint on the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" he asked, completely bewildered. The lights flickered slightly, and she pulled her knees up to her chest, keeping the salt dispenser clutched firmly in both hands.

"Taking precautions."