"Yes, Quidditch," is Kieren's huffy response, as if he has anyone to blame but himself for being such a prat and deciding to try and break his landing with a hand. He makes a face as he curls his hand a little more into his stomach, wishing that he'd accepted help on the spot, but no, he'd been stubborn.

He's done with that now, at least. "I tried to play on one of the brooms, but I'm just not really athletically inclined, even with a magical broom underneath me," he grumbles. "It'll have to stay art for me." Turning a hopeful look on Sirius, he nods towards his hand. "Can you help it?"