"Well, I'm afraid that makes two of us," is Sirius's somewhat playful response, though he's quite sympathetic as well. After all, Sirius had found he lacked any sort of talent for Quidditch quite some time ago, but not after many, many attempts that had all ended much as Kieren's had. "Though I don't even have art in my repertoire. It's just dashing good looks and easy charm that keeps me worthwhile," he adds with a wink before looking back down at Kieren's arm.

It really is quite a mess and Sirius brushes his fingers very lightly over the mottled skin. "I can," he says because, while healing charms have never been his specialty, mending a broken arm has never been particularly difficult. "I'll warn you, it'll hurt a bit. Quite badly, even, for about five seconds or so."