Kieren lets out a disbelieving laugh as he ducks his head down, staring at his wrist as he holds it out a little between them. Sirius is still pretty much the only person around here (other than Beth and Carl) that he trusts to see the marks. "Not a club, exactly, unless James has some lofty ideas for the future," he says, tipping his head as he glances up at Sirius.

"I tried Quidditch," he admits, wrinkling his nose given that the sprain in his wrist is fairly decent evidence as to why that had gone so miserably.