I know. [Sal gestures for him to sit down again and begins rummaging through his desk while he talks, hunting for the elusive needle and spool in a sea of papers in need of grading and tuffs of cat fur.] Maybe we could get you some Quidditch padding? That way if you fall again you won't get scraped up at least.

Maybe you could ask Latula if she has any spare- Found it! [He straightens up, proudly holding a needle and a spool of thick black thread in his hand.] Any spare gear that might fit you.