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The Toaster:

Sometimes Ron wished he had grown up as a muggle, not in a figurative sense, but the inventions alone were almost enough to persuade him completely. Sure, wizards had cool things, but muggles had a different type of 'cool'.

And that kind of cool was Ron's kind of cool. Even now as he sat in the Gryffindor common room listening to his best bud talk about his disasters, Ron felt intrigued.

"Wait," Ron gestured his hands, "Your telling me that there's a shiny machine that will cook your toast for you?"

"Yes Ron, it's called a toaster," Harry replied. Not to overly consumed in the conversation, he had to write at least 2 pieces of parchment tonight. So much for being prepared.

"But? How?" Ron had abandoned his homework; this muggle invention was worth every second of his time.

"I really don't know the logistics. I barely know how to use it."

"I would've loved growing up with that."

"Trust me bud, it isn't all cupcakes and rainbows. That thing has exploded on me plenty of times. "

"Wait….it can explode?" Ron's eyes got huge. Sure, he had known that lots of muggle inventions could induce death, but a machine that made someone's toast…that would've been the last thing he would've expected.

"Breathe Ron," Harry sighed, "Its a term of speech. But not the fact that the toaster isn't a blessing to everyone."

Ron looked down at his blank parchment. "I guess you can't please everyone."

"Especially Snape if you don't get your parchment done," Harry said with distaste, he never really liked the professor. But he didn't want detention, or to lose a lot of house points for that matter. But Ron was going to screw that up for him.

"Can't please every professor there is," Ron simply responded. He turned his eyes towards the blank parchment. Hermione would've killed him for that. But Hermione was sleeping at the moment, so that saved him a few hours of peace.

Harry rolled his eyes. "At least write a paragraph Ron."

"About what?"

"Our assignment….werewolves"

"Nah, I think I'd rather write about toaster disasters instead."

"Ron," Harry groaned.

"Can I use you as a witness Harry?" Ron smiled cheekily but Harry only slapped him across the head with a book.

Harry laughed. "I haven't had that many incidents" he tried to reason.

"False. I know that there are things you are hiding."

"It's not like I've burned down a house before."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did," Ron muttered, but loud enough for his best friend to hear and scoff with the uttermost shock.

"Hey at least I didn't curse myself to eat slugs," Harry retaliated. Now it was his turn to get slapped with a book. "Fine, I'' surrender," he said with a small chuckle.

"That's good, I was about to bring up a really embarrassing memory."

"Doubtful"

"Oh really? Do you know?"

Ron smiled and looked back down at his homework. Homework was overrated anyways, there wasn't a way he was going to get it all done tonight. Might as well give up while he was at it.

"I'm going to head to bed," Ron said, picking up his stuff, "I'll see you up there." He put his stuff in his bag and begun to walk up the stairs.

"Have fun dreaming of toasters!" Harry called out as Ron turned a corner. Ron smiled and opened the door; he was going to have pleasant dreams.