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roartonrisen ([personal profile] roartonrisen) wrote2018-01-03 12:19 pm
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In completely unsurprising news, Kieren has discovered that Quidditch (like all the other sports he's attempted) is going to go on a list of failures. He winces as he cradles his sprained wrist against his stomach, walking home and wondering exactly how humiliating it's going to be to have to ask Sirius to repair it for him, what with the whole reason he's injured being that he'd been trying to become more magically inclined.

So to speak, at least. Using his left hand to open the door to their place, he works to get his satchel off his shoulder with twice the work it normally takes, inhaling deeply to try and rehearse his words in his head. Unfortunately, he has the feeling that the best way to do this is to be direct and get straight to the point.

"Sirius?" he calls out, grimacing when he tries to hang the satchel in the closet, the injured wrist twisting a little uncomfortably. "You wouldn't happen to have any healing magical potions on you at the moment, would you?"
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[personal profile] thebloodtraitor 2018-01-04 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
While Kieren hasn't prohibited magic from all areas of their little cottage, he has made it very clear which areas he prefers to remain magic-free. Or at least mostly magic-free. The kitchen, of course, is the primary one of these and, while Sirius still sneaks in a cleaning spell every now and then, he's honestly done his best to honor Kieren's wishes.

Which means, of course, he's had to try to learn to cook, an endeavor he's found to be as rewarding as it is endlessly frustrating.

He's in the middle of what he's hoping will eventually be some kind of stew when he hears Kieren step in. There's a bit of shuffling, which Sirius can detect over the sound of the broth boiling and he glances up with a frown when Kieren calls out to him.

"Healing potions," he echoes, confused and a bit concerned. Setting down his knife, he wanders out of the kitchen, wiping a hand against his trouser leg in the process. "What in Merlin's beard would-- oh dear," he says as soon as he sees the way Kieren is gingerly holding his arm. "What's happened?"