I glared reproachfully at the curved metal piece, sucking lightly on my hand. I was not sure who (or when) had charmed the facet to nip those who touched it, but whomever it was would soon find themselves sporting a number of unsightly blemishes. The facet made a gurgling sound that I assumed was some sort of facet-y laugh, pleased with itself for hurting me. I had a good mind to retrieve my wand from the bedside table and obliterate it, but decided that my anger was only the early morning grumpiness speaking and not what under other circumstance I would be compelled to do. Instead I managed (with some difficulty) to avoid being bitten again while I washed my face and brushed my teeth, though I did have to hit the suddenly-carnivorous facet with my toothbrush when it tried in earnest to consume my fingers.
"You," I poked it. "...are an ugly waste of metal." I accused, poking the facet again.
It gurgled again in answer.