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[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.]

[bitty_justice]

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

I think that's better, yeah.

[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--]

[bitty_justice]

[Still nothing. Miles hesitates, then suggests - ]

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

[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.

[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?

[parumcanis]

[He looks at Miles, somewhat blankly.]

The... textbook?

[bitty_justice]

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

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

[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.

[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 -

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[bitty_justice]

Umm - noo, it's, um - it doesn't -

[But that doesn't keep the faint panic from his voice.]

No, but, um...Oh - is my leg going to have to be amputated -

[parumcanis]

No! What?

[He looks up at Miles, a little taken aback by the mere suggestion.]

What, like--cut it off? Why would they ever do that? They go away, eventually--they can do a counter-charm or something, we just have to find someone that can, um--or wait till we get to Hogwarts--

[bitty_justice]

Okay -

[And the boils have stopped spreading - Miles lets out a breath of relief at that.]

Okay, it - it stopped - Oh, God, that's ugly -

[parumcanis]

[Well, if it's stopped, then some of the crisis has passed. That gives permission to Sirius to lean forward, staring at the mass.]

Eurgh. It's hideous. [But he sounds nearly pleased by it now.] It really doesn't hurt or anything?

[bitty_justice]

No, it's just sort of - scaly -

[He leans forward, poking at it, torn between devastated horror and sheer disgusted curiosity.]

This is...curable, you said -

[parumcanis]

Scaly!

[That gets outright glee out of him; he sits forward, interested, and if Miles is poking at it, then surely it's all right if he does as well, a little--carefully, of course--]

Oh, yeah, 'course it is. Everything is curable nearly, especially things done by charms. You just have to work out the counter-charm, that's all.

[bitty_justice]

[Miles twitches a bit when Sirius pokes it - just because it's weird. Not because it hurts. It doesn't feel like anything.]

Well...and the ankle doesn't hurt anymore.

[parumcanis]

That's good! But scaly, it's weird--

[And it does feel scaly, and he screws up his face, in delighted disgust--and then more a smirk, as something suddenly occurs to him.]

We should use this.

[bitty_justice]

[His horror, as ever, is less vital a force than his curiosity.]

Use...it? How?

[parumcanis]

To get Rosier back, of course.

[He prods Miles' ankle again, grinning now.]

You can stumble in there and act really infected, and fall on him, and we'll pretend as if you've got something catching. And he'll die.

[bitty_justice]

[Miles' eyes light up - somewhere between fierce and malicious. But his reply is cautious:]

We'll get in trouble, though...

[parumcanis]

No we wouldn't.

[He sees that light in Miles' eyes; he only has to push a little.]

Not if we were really careful with the way we did it. He'll feel too stupid to tell anyone.