Ginny Potter
Dishwasher Stakeout
Day 1
4:34 AM
Tonight is my first night of dishwasher stakeout. I've been up all night observing Harry's new toy: a muggle dishwasher.
Let me explain. It all started a week ago, on a cold and stormy night. Tired of doing dishes every night, Harry went out and purchased a brand-new silver dishwasher.
"What. Is. That?" I instantly knew that we were in for trouble when I arrived home from shopping with Hermione and saw that shiny metallic thing glinting at me from the corner of the kitchen.
Harry shuffled his feet, "It's a… um… dishwasher. It's a machine that washes your dishes for you," he glanced up at me, "It runs on electricity."
"Elecflipidy? No, no Mr. Potter, I will not have elecflipidy in my house."
Harry, obviously sensing danger, grabbed his wand and produced a bouquet of flowers. He ran up to me and planted a kiss on my lips. Needless to say, I was momentarily swayed.
After showing me how it worked, I knew that it couldn't be trusted. I couldn't see where it kept its brain, and who would trust a thing that licked your plates? Ugh.
Harry tried to persuade me that it was a good thing, that it would reduce my workload. I knew better. I knew that it was evil.
For the first few days, I was hesitant about my suspicions. Then, two days ago, I put in a fork, and it never came out.
I've been up all night, watching for the moment when its guard would slip. When it would show itself for the monster it really was.
Harry and the two little ones are in bed, so I sit peacefully on the bottom step of the stairs, writing in my logbook.
Wait a second. I just heard something. I had better go and investigate.
Nox.
