The Case of the Purple Gloves
"Herm, pet, have you seen my purple gloves?"
"Did you leave them at work again Ron?"
"No, I remember clearly, I had them in the study, where I was crushing some beetle eyes, but they're not there anymore."
"Ron! Why in heaven's name were you crushing beetle eyes in the study?"
"Because, I had to crush the bloody beetle eyes somewhere!"
"Alright, don't get upset. Where do you think they might have gone?"
"Well, they sure as hell didn't get up and walk away! I think…"
"Ron…"
"Umm… I have no idea. If I knew, I'd find them, wouldn't I?"
"Fine. When did you last use them?"
"In the study, with the mortar and pestle."
"Ronald Weasley, in the study, with the mortar and pestel."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Muggle joke."
"Oh."
"So, you're sure you haven't used them since?"
"Yes!"
"Positive?"
"Look, Hermione, I've been looking for them for half an hour!"
"Right then. Ron…?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Why were you using gloves to crush beetles eyes?"
"I wasn't using gloves, I was using the mortar."
"Ron! I meant, why were you wearing the gloves the crush the beetle eyes in the first place?"
"Oh. Umm. I don't know. I like them."
"Oh good, Harry will be pleased."
"Why?"
"Well, he gave them to you, didn't he?"
"No, Herm! Those are my other purple gloves! I'm talking about the frog skin ones"
"Oh…"
"What?"
"They're right here. I was using them."
.::Fine::.