Team: Puddlemere United

Position: Seeker

Prompt: Write about a pureblood witch or wizard marrying a Muggle and learning how to use everyday Muggle technology like toasters, telephones or TVs.

Word Count: 992

Eileen Prince had met her husband at a place she never had suspected when she was younger: the supermarket.

She had just barely been out of Hogwarts, and had moved out of her parent's home at the very first chance she had gotten. They had wanted her to marry the younger Crabbe and, eh, no?

So she had run away. She had never unpacked her things from Hogwarts, instead adding the few things that she hadn't taken with her, shrinking the trunk, and claiming to go out for a midnight stroll.

As soon as she had passed the wards, she had apparated to London. Eileen had gone to Gringotts — they never closed, which gave the non-humans, like vampires, naga, and incubi the time to handle their finances separately from most witches and wizards, thus increasing the profit for the Goblin nation — and gotten everything she had owned out of her trust vault and exchanged it for Muggle money.

Admittedly, it hadn't been very much. Her family hadn't seen the point in filling it again when she would 'have access to the family vaults of a respected line'.

Yeah. That wasn't what happened.

She had gone to the Muggle side of London, because that had been the last place her family would look. With the help of one of her half-blood friends, she had rented an apartment where she had crashed for the night.

The next morning, she had been standing in the grocery store, trying in vain to figure out the way Muggle money actually worked, when a nice young man offered to help.

Looking back, Eileen wasn't sure what he had thought her problem was — maybe he had thought she was an immigrant? — but he had stepped up to her and explained everything she asked for.

He had been so nice and helpful that she had readily agreed to see him again when he had asked.

"My name is Tobias," he had introduced himself. "Tobias Snape."

"Eileen Prince," she had replied, doing a small curtsy, mostly out of habit. It had occurred to her a second too late that this wasn't custom in the Muggle World anymore.

However, Tobias had simply smiled at her, like she had been the funniest thing he had seen in awhile.

Eileen had fallen for him, and she had fallen hard.

It had barely taken three months until they had been married.

And that was when the trouble had begun.

The places they had met in hadn't been all that different from those in the Wizarding World, and her apartment barely had any Muggle technology.

So when she had moved in with her husband and found a lot of things she had never seen outside of pictures the very second she stepped through the door, she knew that she had a problem.

Eileen hadn't found the right time to tell him that she was a witch yet. She had known that, at that point, she really should have said something — especially since it had been legal the second they had been married — but she hadn't.

Learning to operate the TV — her husband's pride and joy, the thing he had spent months saving money for — wasn't a problem. Eileen had simply explained to her husband that she came from a very traditional family and he had explained it to her.

"You push this button here, the power button, to turn it on," he said, demonstrating it as he went along. "Then there is this switch for volume—you turn it to the left if it's too loud and to the right when it is too quiet—and this one to choose a channel. There aren't many, but I'm sure you'll find something you'll enjoy."

"I'm sure I will," Eileen had smiled at her husband, but she hadn't been so sure about that.

The first instance had been fine.

The second time something like this happened had been weird — "Who doesn't know what a fridge is?".

By the third time, he had gotten suspicious — "You have to know what an oven is!"— especially since they had all happened within hours of each other.

And the fourth time…

"You enter the numbers with the wheel, and wait to be connected to the call! Sweet Jesus, from what backwater planet do you come from that you haven't even heard of them!?" He had said, throwing his hands into the air.

"No TV, fine, I can believe that. Maybe the fridge and the oven if you were from an arrogant rich family that doesn't give a damn about their servants. But you have to have heard of a telephone at least!"

"As I said," Eileen had stuttered," my family is very traditional and-"

"Yeah, no." Tobias had crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "The telephone's been around for a while. There is absolutely no way you came from a somewhat normal family and haven't heard of that. So tell me, dear wife, how on earth you managed to avoid knowing what a freaking telephone is!"

Eileen had gulped and taken a deep breath. "You may want to sit down for this."

"I think I won't, actually." Tobias had said. "I've decided that I quite like standing."

"Alright," she had agreed.

And she had explained. She had told him what she was and that she had fled. She hadn't dared to look into Tobias's face as she did so.

"And you didn't think to maybe tell me before I married you?! No, of course not! You most likely bewitched me or something!"

"Tobias, no, I would never-" she had sobbed.

He had slapped her.

"Quiet! This is still my house and you may have taken the choice of a wife from me, but I am the one who decides the rules in this house!"

And, of course, it was on the very next day that Eileen had discovered she had become pregnant.