Sirius glared at her. Dom was mocking him and he hated it. Better prove it to her, that he wasn't afraid then. He transferred the glare to his boot-blade-things and reluctantly replaced his own with them. Taking a deep breath, Sirius tried to stand up. Dom walked around in them as if they were really just boots. So it must be easy.
Sirius found out it wasn't. His hand had to grab Dom's arm to keep him from falling. Shit! How the hell did she do this? It reminded him of his first steps as Padfoot. Prongs and he had constantly bumped into each other because they failed coordinating four legs at once. It was learning to walk all over again. "How do you do this?" Sirius asked and couldn't hide his astonishment.