Kieren can smell something happening in the kitchen, his face lighting up with delight with the knowledge that Sirius is making attempts to cook. When he heads inside and sees that it's without any magic, he forgets the pain in his wrist for a moment because that is a nice sight to come home to.

"You're kidding, you're asking me what's happened when I come back and you're cooking all handsomely?" No, Sirius is right, that's probably best to know. "I might have had a sporting incident that resulted in an injury," he says, lifting his other hand to show the bruises. "Think I sprained it."