I don't own Harry Potter.

Wizards were such strange creatures.

Emma watched as a man dressed in a nightgown and swim shorts struggled with pulling his arm out of the side of her house.

"Excuse me? Sir?" She asked politely. The man stopped his fight and turned slowly to look at her. "Erm, you seem to be stuck, sir, to my house. Would you like some help?" He shook his head. "Some lemonade, then, perhaps?"

"No, thank you," he said in a rather squeaky voice. "I'm, er, quite fine, thank you."

She beamed at him and went into her house, where she set about making tea and ignoring the arm that was flailing about over her kitchen table. She was pouring the hot water into a cup when the arm finally disappeared with an audible 'pop!'.

It was so cute how they thought muggles didn't know.