Arthur and his Toys

Humming Arthur Weasley was rummaging in his shed, tinkering on several muggle devices he had found over time. Right now he was busy taking apart a new toy he got a few weeks ago. Hermione had bought a new cell phone and didn't need hers anymore, so she gave the old one to Arthur.

Now he was busy taking it apart to find out exactly how this wireless, little box worked. He had been told that it was used to communicate with to another similar device and Hermione had used it to talk to her parents that were still Australia. So to Arthur it worked like a wizarding wireless only it could broadcast.

Grabbing the screwdriver he was looking for he went back to the only free space on his workbench, where the phone lay. Not really noticing that grabbing the screwdriver he made a avalanche of parts to fall down on the floor. He was already planning in his head how he would modify the phone to make live reports on the wizarding wireless instead of the premade recordings they usually used.

He only needed to take out one part of the phone and do some charm work. So he busied himself for the rest of the day with finding out a way to part the screen with the rest of the phone. Around dinner time he had finally managed to get the screen off and was ready to use his charms on it.

In the Burrow, Molly was busy finishing up making dinner when a huge bang went off and the house shook from the explosion. ''What in the world is this,'' she yelled as she picked up one of the chairs that had fallen over. ''Ginny dear, could you please take a look at what your father is doing this time?'' Molly yelled up the stairs.

''Was that dad again,'' Ginny yelled back. ''Who and what else would it be dear,'' Molly replied now back in the kitchen. Grumbling, Ginny made her way down the stairs. ''Why do I always have to check on him when he blows up stuff,'' She complained. ''That is because you are the only one around here, as all of your brothers are out for work and to help George in his joke shop,'' Molly replied. ''Maybe you should help out some time too, instead of daydreaming.''

''Whatever mom.'' Ginny grumbled back to her mother as she stomped out of the back door to the shed. Why was she always the one to see if he was still alive, it was his own fault if he blows himself up. He should know better than tinkering with muggle devices. As she got closer to the shed she saw smoke coming from the windows and door. So he had set the building on fire again.

A quick look inside proved different as there was only smoke but no fire. What she did find was a happily laughing Arthur Weasley covered in soot as the phone he had been working on was dancing on the table top, singing the British anthem.

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This fiction was written for the Prompt of the day Challenge from The Golden Snitch forum.

For this fiction I used the prompt: (object) new phone (February 28th)

Word Count: 516

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