Who better to take advice from than a teen? May they speak now or forever hold their peace. No? Then the teen it was.

There was a hint of a smile on Sirius's gaunt face. "Your wish..." He advanced on the stapler, which lunged forward and snapped at him.

Sirius jumped back. He'd already been on the receiving end of that stapler's projectile weapon. Once stapled, twice shy.

"Can you distract it? It shoots small metal things."