"Blaise, what exactly are you doing?" Parvati asked from the doorway.
Her words caught him off guard. He was not expecting she would be home so soon. The vase slipped from his hand in his shock, shattering into tiny shards.
The sound of the crash made her look over her shoulder in curiosity. She looked at the mess on the floor and frowned.
"What are—were—you doing?" she asked again. Blaise looked away from her fierce gaze.
"I was fixing the vase," he muttered quietly. Parvati sighed.
"You were fixing the vase that you just broke?" she asked, confused.
Blaise shook his head. "It was broken before. I..err...knocked it over this morning..."
It was then that Parvati looked at her husband's hands. They were covered in sticky adhesive. She turned to him, utterly confused.
"You were fixing it with glue?"
He nodded quietly.
"Why?" Parvati asked, exasperated. "You could use magic, you know." Then, a thought struck her. "Did something happen to your wand?"
"No, it's fine," he said, taking out his wand to show her, "but I thought it would be...more romantic, if I fixed it the Muggle way..."
"You thought it would be more romantic if you fixed my favorite vase, which you broke, using craft glue? Which, may I add, clearly stuck to your hands more than the vase..."
Blaise looked sheepish. "It made more sense in my head, actually."
"Of course it did," she replied, surveying the damage. She quickly realised that even a Reparo might not save the sticky shards of the vase.
"Forget the vase. We might as well salvage the carpet while we can," Parvati said, with a pointed look at Blaise, before leaving him to fix the mess.
Blaise sighed.
So much for "romantic".
Notes: For the Leonardo Da Vinci Event at The Golden Snitch. Prompt: Someone fixing something that was broken, without magic.
Also for the Through the Universe Challenge. Prompt: wand