Dec 23

“Hand me that wrench, would you Potter?”

“Which one’s the wrench?”

“It’s a...a wrench. I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s got a little mouth on it that opens when you turn a little dial—”

“This one?” James asked hopefully, handing him an object.

“No, that’s a screwdriver—”

“This one?” James asked, holding out another choice.

“No,” Sirius gritted out in irritation, “that’s another screwdriver.”