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From:

parumcanis

What, really?

[Immediately Sirius lets his end of the trunk down, dropping it on the floor. The little corridor is rather narrow, but he scrambles by the trunk anyways, coming around to Edgeworth's end.]

Which ankle?

From:

bitty_justice

The right.

[He wrinkles his nose, holding up his foot and flexing it experimentally.]

Doesn't really matter. I'll walk it off in a few minutes.

From:

parumcanis

[He crouches down to stare intently at Miles' ankle. His magic is too unpredictable to risk trying to heal it, but he wants very badly to help.]

Are you sure?

From:

bitty_justice

Yeah -

[But Miles is looking down at Sirius, crouching and staring at his foot like it's something fascinating, and he can't help but laugh. He knows Sirius is concerned and being nice, but he just looks silly - ]

What, it's not like it's broken and the bone's sticking out or anything! It's not gonna look interesting.

From:

parumcanis

[He looks up, somewhere between guilt and embarrassment.]

Well-- no, I know that!

[Hotly, he shoves himself to his feet and clambers over the top of the trunk to get back to his end.]

I thought maybe-- come on, let's go, stop wasting time!

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles wrinkles his nose, still smiling but giving an embarrassed little roll of his shoulders. He feels bad at once for having made Sirius uncomfortable, and so his voice has returned a little bit to its prior shyness when he prompts:]

Thought what?

From:

parumcanis

Nothing.

[Pride makes him hold his shoulders high, keeps him turned away from Edgeworth--but, after a moment, he relents enough to admit:]

There's healing spells. My mother does them for us if we're stupid enough to be hurt.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles brightens at once, says:]

Hold on, you ought to try!

[But then, deflating a bit - ]

Or...it's risky?

From:

parumcanis

Well, it's not risky--

[Not exactly. Or it is, but he's fairly certain he can do it. He glances back at Miles, considering.]

I can give it a go, if you want.

From:

bitty_justice

[And in Miles there are two warring forces: that of common sense and obeying Dad fighting that of curiosity and wanting to make up for embarrassing Sirius. He hesitates, mouth open, and then says uncertainly:]

Yeah. Let's try.

From:

parumcanis

Yeah?

[That makes him brighten considerably, and he glances back at Miles with a little grin.]

Well, let's get to the compartment first, c'mon--

[Not that that's very far off. Sirius lugs his end of the trunk inside, but doesn't bother to get it into the rack--just drops it and hops over to the bench.]

C'mere!

From:

bitty_justice

Okay -

[And Miles follows inside, giving a little skip whenever he's about to step on his bad foot; he settles down on his own bench a moment later and puts up his foot. And, with a grin:]

If my foot turns into a, um...teacup or something like that, I'll never let you live it down.

From:

parumcanis

It won't be a teacup, don't be a git.

[He grins at him, taking any sting from his words. And it won't be a teacup. It might inflate to three times its size, or drop off, or turn black and rotted. These are all things that Sirius keeps to himself.]

All right. Here.

[And he gets out his wand, and taps Miles' ankle, without a second more of hesitation. He's seen his mother do this often enough, he ought to be able to do the same--but his confidence in himself is more than a little uncertain.]

From:

bitty_justice

[Nothing happens. Miles, though, being game, and being generous, immediately wriggles his ankle and says:]

I think that's better, yeah.

From:

parumcanis

No, no--

[Critical, Sirius squints at his ankle, and then raises his wand, again, with a greater flourish--taps his ankle again, harder this time, with more conviction--]

From:

bitty_justice

[Still nothing. Miles hesitates, then suggests - ]

I could get one of my books...I think I remember reading something about a spell.

From:

parumcanis

I'll remember it!

[He says it a little defensively, his pride too great a thing to just allow him to accept help--but a second later and he adds, as he scowls down at that ankle--]

You can get out your book anyways, just so I can check.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles immediately grins, enthusiastic, and stands up on one foot to fish out of his trunk his textbook.]

This is an absolutely brilliant book, you know. Have you looked through it yet?

From:

parumcanis

[He looks at Miles, somewhat blankly.]

The... textbook?

From:

bitty_justice

[He nods cheerfully, going for the healing spell.]

There's a spell in here to make a quill pen dance.

From:

parumcanis

Have you tried it?

[Other people get more hung up on underage magic, but the Blacks have never particularly cared. Once you demonstrate magical ability, you might as well use it. The younger you are, the better. Sirius leans forward to scan the page for the healing spell.]

Oh. Right, see--I nearly had it. There's just a few bits that are more fiddly.

From:

bitty_justice

[He shakes his head.]

I didn't want to mess it up.

[And he sticks out his foot again, for some reason heedless of the fact that it's a rather bigger thing if you mess up on a leg than on a quill pen.]

Okay, try -

From:

parumcanis

Okay. Here goes--

[And he raises his wand again, with a flourish--and this time when he brings it down, he brings it down hard, with intent, perfectly mimicking the diagram in the book. Or--nearly perfectly, anyways.]

From:

bitty_justice

[And at once Miles brightens.]

Say, that's -

[...until the moment when boils start erupting on the skin of his ankle. He deflates.]

Oh, dear.

From:

parumcanis

Eesh.

[That is most definitely not meant to happen. Sirius stares at the ankle, which is quickly turning incredibly, incredibly ugly.]

Uhm-- my mother's never looks like-- uh, does it hurt?