Lucky Gloves by Luvscharlie
"I have to find them!" Oliver tossed a cushion over his shoulder as he searched.
"Whoa. No need to panic or tear apart the flat--," Tonks said, dodging the next cushion that went sailing past her head. "I'll help you look for—what are we looking for, exactly?"
"My lucky gloves. I can't play against the Falcons without them. Flint's the new Captain, and they won't be playing fair. I won't stand a chance without those gloves."
"Where've you looked?"
"Every-bloody-where!"
Tonks grinned. "Did you try your hands?"
"My hands? Why would I—Gods, we're doomed today, eh?"
"Perhaps."
Fin.
A/N: Originally Written for the HP Alphabet Het Challenge G is for Gloves. All drabbles for the Alphabet Challenge must be exactly 100 words.