The finer details

Charlie’s father took the parchment, drawing it closer before letting his eyes scan over it. The youth waited, determination within his gaze. He wanted to make his parents, and his pack, proud. He wanted to be the sort of wolf who could be proud of himself, too. Then his father spoke, saying that the handle itself should be an easy enough piece to work on. A sturdy bit of wood, whittled down into the proper shape. He mentioned using metal and beating the pieces into shape before tying them to the handle. His father did see a potential issue with the weapon in its weight, but rather than shoot his idea down, Sirius found a solution on how to build onto it. Charlie gave an eager nod, happy that his dad was able to make what he wanted work. “That sounds perfect to me! Lets do it! How big do you think the piece wood would need to be to start?” He was eager to start looking for the best piece he could find.

"Speech," 'Thought.'