[open] In which the muggle performs magic

I've got a new apartment, baby
And it protects me from the lonely, whistling streets

The song pounded out the stereo, turned up as loud as it would go to protect passers by from Elliot's sadly off-key singing as he fried up breakfast. He'd considered pancakes but rejected them out of hand. Bacon was the answer to last night's revelries.

Of course, the song came in helpful there too. Any moment his flatmates would drag themselves out of bed, if not to actually rise for the day, then at least to yell at him for disrupting their precious slumber.

The song finished and he was suddenly Rocking You with Queen. Elliot couldn't help giggling, which made the hand holding the spatula slip, his elbow knocking into last night's washing up (what? he did the cooking, not the dishes) and sending a cascade of wine glasses falling to the floor with a resounding crash.

Elliot groaned, but not before something even weirder was happening. Something that made him wonder if perhaps he was the one asleep. No sooner had the glasses hit the floor, but they were rising, fitting the shattered glass back into place as they placed themselves back on the benchtop. It was like watching a video running backwards, only more bizarre when you could see it was real life.

"What the hell?" he murmured, as he realised everyone in the house would have heard that smash.