Kell frowns, wondering how best to ensure that Sirius is never without his wand. "What of your Apparition?" he asks. Just removing himself from the danger might be enough to protect Sirius. "Can you do that without a wand?"

Kell pockets the salve, turning his coat another few times until he finds the side he wants. Kell shrugs into its newly large form, the gray fabric puffed like a cloud and the hood lined in fur. The air outside is still cold, and Kell's blood feels thin. He picks at his sleeve, pleased that Sirius likes his coat. Even magical, no side of it was ever quite fashionable enough for Rhy.

"This is a new side," he admits, for the make is unusual to him, and must belong to Darrow. "Each time I think I've found every side to this coat, I find another."