"AHHH!" Fred and George screamed in unison. Hermione threw her book down in exasperation. What was it now?

"What is it?" she yelled. Their screams had been coming from the bathroom, so she got up from her seat to go there. She walked up the stairs slowly, one step at a time.

At the door, which was open, she looked in to find her hair dryer in the sink, which was full of water. Little sparks were shooting off around the sink.

It was almost comical to see the twins cowering in the tub.

"Wh-what is that?" Fred whimpered. Hermione levitated the hair dryer out of the sink, then she answered his question.

"This is a hair dryer. Muggles use it to dry their hair," she explained.

"Why did it burn me then?" Fred said. Hermione shook her head, exasperated.

"You dropped it in the sink."

"No, it burned me before that," Fred clarified. He held his hand out and Hermione found that he was telling the truth. There was a scorch mark stretching across his palm diagonally. Hermione wrapped it in bandages quickly and neatly. She then examined the hair dryer.

It looked perfectly fine. It wasn't even wet. But as she was putting it down, words appeared on the mirror.

Why do I always get wet? I do my job.

Okay not normal.

Stupid men always getting me wet. I was just sitting innocently by the sink, when I'm sprayed by water! So what do I do? I burn them of course! HA!

It seemed that the hair dryer was quite angry that it got wet.

Hermione thought about this problem for a while.

After a few minutes the answer was clear. Just make sure it doesn't get wet.

She conjured a plastic cover out of thin air with her wand and placed it on the hair dryer.

Mmmm…this feels good… the mirror said. Hermione giggled and left the room. Fred and George have got to stop getting Muggle objects mad…