"All sorts of things," Sirius said. The words were bitter on his mouth though he tried to mask it. Losing his magic had been hard. He was smart but that was the only thing he knew. The magical world and how to cast a spell. That was how he defended himself. What was his use to them without it?

"I could turn you into a champagne glass. Or turn that plate into one." He pointed at it. "I could hex you to sing my school song nonstop or make your face erupt into boils. I could also put you back together and heal any of your cuts." Sirius shrugged. "And a broken bone or two. Nothing too severe though. I'm not that good with healing spells."