Sirius shrugs uncomfortably. In truth, it had taken a while to get the type of candles he’d been going for; the first few were too short or thick or potentially explosive (just the one; he’s a bit embarrassed by how many more sparklers he must’ve conjured in his youth for it to be easier than regular candles). But he’d finally accomplished it, even though it had been more difficult than it should have been. Of course, Hope, being a muggle, has no inkling how easy or hard conjuring anything is supposed to be, and as such the compliment does not mean much toward his accomplishments or lack thereof.