Sirius’s gaze dropped to your nose

He held a sliver sewing needle in his right hand, and one of those small, disinfecting wipes most grandmothers carried around in their purse that were always dried out.

Sirius’s gaze returned to your eyes. He seemed to take notice of the worried expression on your face as you glanced down at materials he was using.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this 1000 times before.” He said before pausing, “Well technically only three times but I can assure you you’re in good hands.”

He stuck his hand in his back pocket, struggling to find whatever he was searching for. Finally pulling out a burnt, orange colored Bic lighter, he fiddled with it for a moment before getting it to make a spark and eventually turn into a small flame with a not so graceful flick. He glanced at you again before running it under the needle. Disinfecting it.

“Last chance to back out,”