Hermione woke to the sound of glass breaking downstairs. Grabbing a dressing gown and her wand, she slipped into the robe as she made her way downstairs, tying the sash as she entered the living room. Seeing nothing amiss, she continued down the hall, wand in hand, as the sounds gradually increased in volume. She eventually realised the sounds were coming from the workshop. Opening the door, she was amazed at the unholy mess. It looked as though someone had strewn a bunch of mechanical parts about the room. She slowly surveyed the chaos, and realised the parts all belonged to clocks of different sizes, along with several wristwatches thrown in for good measure.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” an exasperated Hermione demanded of her husband.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Harry responded, before taking a sledgehammer to a large pocket watch. “I’m killing time.”
“That’s not what that phrase means and you know it!”
“It worked just fine for the Mad Hatter in that animated version of Alice in Wonderland,” Harry retorted, grinning.
“That was a cartoon, you prat!”
“Besides, I had nothing better to do, so I thought I’d take a few of these apart and send the pieces to Arthur. He can have fun figuring out how to put them back together. You know how much he loves playing with his Muggle toys. I’ll even send along a book with illustrations showing him how to assemble the pieces.”
Hermione shook her head, trying to figure out what she’d done to deserve such a crazy husband.
“Men!” she exclaimed, then stomped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen to start a pot of tea, Harry’s laughter echoing behind her.