A/N: This fic should be interesting because I have no idea what it's going to be beyond "cute little one-shot". I was bored, so I just deided to write one that I made up as I went along, just for fun. I already know the first few sentences, because I started writing then realized I'd forgotten an author's note. I was having fun, too. I might write more of these. It's too short to go on , so I put it here instead.

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I, Ginny Weasley, was arguing with a toaster.

"Look, when I bought you, the deal was that you got to live in my kitchen, and in return, when I put bread into you, YOU TOAST IT! That's the only thing you're made for, toasting bread!"

It did nothing. Stupid, ignorant muggle appliance!

"Oh, the silent treatment, eh? Well, two can play at that game."

I walked over to the refridgerator, and made big show of hugging it. "Oh, Mr. Fridge, you're the best kitchen appliance EVER. I love you."

And guess what? It didn't do anything either! Even after I was so nice! Muggle things are just mean, I decided. "Well, if everything in this room hates me, I guess I'll just have to go to the living room and talk to the television!" I snapped.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Harry was at the door.

"Hey, Gin, what's up?" he asked as we walked towards the kitchen together.

"Oh, Harry, it's awful! First my toaster wouldn't do it's job, then we had a fight, and worst of all, the refridgerator gave me the silent treatment even though I was perfectly nice to it! Do you think it took it the wrong way when I said 'I love you'?"

Then he did the weirdest thing. He started to laugh.

That's right, he laughed! I tell him about my problems and he laughs in my face! He's almost as rude as my toaster and fridge!

"Hey! What are you laughing at?"

"You," he said "because you're funny."

"What? All I did was tell you about my cruel kitchen appliances."

He laughed harder. "Oh, Ginny, muggle things don't work like that. They don't have feelings or thoughts or life; they just do what they were created to do."

I let that sink in. " But then why didn't my toaster work?"

He looked at it. "You have to plug it in first, Ginny. That's what makes it work."

I pouted. "This muggle stuff is all difficult. I like it better when I can just wave my wand and make things happen."

Harry grinned. "You still want that toast?"

"Can I make it with magic?"

"If that'll make you happy."

So, I made some toast. But as we were eating, we were disturbed by Ron, who apparated in looking very angry.

"I hate muggle stuff!" he stormed. "My light won't turn on when I tell it to, my radio keeps getting static, no matter how much I compliment and encourage it, and my car never knows where it's supposed to be going! I'm sick of it!

Harry smiled at me. "Do you want to tell him, or shall I?"