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[roartonrisen]

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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[thebloodtraitor]

"Should I have?" he replies, his smile faltering a bit when he notices the sound of clear disbelief in Kieren's tone. "I haven't a clue what my mother did with the food when we were done. I always assumed it was either thrown out or the-- or it was otherwise disposed of," he says, quickly catching himself before mentioning Kreacher, still too aware of the sensitivity in that particular subject. "And it was the same at Hogwarts. I've certainly never attempted to simply heat up food that's already been cooked. That does sound terribly unappetizing. You're certain it's sanitary?"

[roartonrisen]

"It's a bit surprising, but I suppose you lived in a world of magic and probably enough money that you never had to have the same thing twice," he admits, which isn't such a bad thing, it's just strange and new to him. "I promise, they're not bad," he vows, squeezing Sirius' hand from over the table.

"They can even be a bit tasty," he promises, trying to infuse warmth and encouragement into his tone. "It's perfectly sanitary, we'll have some tomorrow and I'll prove it."

[thebloodtraitor]

It's true, he supposes. Though he hadn't thought on it much back home, he's become overwhelmingly aware of his lack of funds since his arrival in this place. Business at the Lamplight manages to pull in some bit of money and he still gets the mysterious stipend every month even while he and Kieren share the little cottage in the woods, but it's nothing like the money he once had.

"Alright," he says, twisting his wrist just a bit to curl his fingers briefly with Kieren's and returning the squeeze. His lips tug into a wide grin. "I'll trust you then. And, in the meantime, you can continue to lavish praise upon me for cooking a delicious meal and healing your broken wrist."

[roartonrisen]

"I'm definitely going to keep giving you praise for that and, I hate to say it, but I'm probably not going to be a magical broom star anytime soon," Kieren says, heavy sarcasm and amusement in his words because he's still a little in disbelief that anyone actually ever was.

Leaning forward over the table, he presses a kiss to Sirius' cheek. "Thank you, for healing me," he says, and means that with every bit of his heart.