DIY
"Ron?"
"…Yeah?"
"Erm… no, never mind."
"What?"
"No, really, it's just a weird question anyway."
"Come on, mate, now you've woken me up already. So seriously, what?"
"Well… ok, so this is just a weird fluke, right. A completely inconsequential curiosity."
"Mate. Spit it out already!"
"Well… I was just thinking…erm… well, wondering… erm… who does the DIY at your house?"
"The dee eye what-now?"
"DIY, do-it-yourself. Like… housework you know. Fixing the sink, repairing the gutter, painting the doors, that kind of thing."
"Painting the… Harry, what are you talking about?"
"Well… you remember how I told you my uncle works for a company that makes drills, right? Machines that make holes in walls so that you can hang stuff up and things like that? So… I always thought it was ironic that uncle Vernon himself is actually rubbish at using a power drill, or any other DIY-stuff. That's why I usually… Anyway, the only time I saw him pick up a hammer, was to nail the letterbox shut so my Hogwarts letter couldn't be delivered."
"That wouldn't have worked. As if owls would be stopped by nailed shut letterboxes!"
"Oh, I know. Trust me, I know. But that was not my point."
"Then what is, Harry? I want to go back to sleep!"
"Yeah, ok, sorry. Well, clearly, there's buildings in the wizarding world. And those needed to be built, and maintained and stuff. Even here at Hogwarts, I mean, someone must have hung all the paintings! But I just can't imagine Filch going around with a power drill… So, yeah, I was just wondering what wizard DIY looks like,… like what tools are used and things like that."
"Sheesh, the things your mind comes up with! What tools…?"
"I told you it was a weird question."
"Yeah, it's weird alright. But well, DIY, was it? Not sure it actually exists like that with wizards. I mean, why have a driller…"
"Power drill."
"… yeah, drill, if you have a wand? I've seen my dad paint doors and that was just a matter of using the right spell and being precise in the pronunciation of your desired paint colour. I mean, there're nutters …erm… well, people like my dad, who love what they called tinkering, but that's usually more of a hobby."
"Oh. Right. Of course."
"Yeah, 'oh'. That's it now? You can sleep?"
"Yeah. Erm… thanks."
"You're welcome. Night!"
"Yeah. Night."
Fifteen minutes later: "Erm, Ron? What about gardening?"
