The finer details

His father approved of the stick he had selected, taking it from the boy to mark where it would need to be cut. His father would also attach some leather to the other end, where Charlie would handle the mace. Even with his limited knowledge of weaponry Charlie could figure out why; over time his teeth would make their way through the wood and damage the weapon. By adding the leather it would protect the handle of the mace from such a fate, and perhaps make it easier to hold as well. His blue gaze would flick from the weapon to his father, ears perked forward and gaze attentive as Sirius gave his instruction.

Setting to the task, Charlie would take the dagger in his maw and begin to work on chipping away at the wood. A slower process, but the boy would take his time. Rushing would lead to mistakes, and the careful actions required a lot of testing the wood, drawing back to check on his progress, and then working at the wood some more. If he went too far it could ruin the whole piece. Though it was taking time, it was clear Charlie was putting a lot of care into making sure the piece was just right. He had an eye for detail.

"Speech," 'Thought.'