Since the wand snapping and the curse, Harry had thoughtfully outfitted Grimmauld Place with magically handicapped appliances. The house, as ancient and enchanted as it was, did not take kindly to the intrusions of a Muggle oven and microwave. The knobs on the stove seemed almost decorative, as no matter how carefully Draco turned them the burners ranged from room-temperature cool to sizzling hot without warning. The timer on the microwave would add or subtract seconds without a care. Sometimes it would beep at Draco menacingly.