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Harry's nerves grew a little more as Quentin mentioned that the packages were for his punishment. What sort of punishment needed multiple boxes of supplies? Nothing Quentin had ever done earlier, that was for sure. He honestly could not put his finger on it. Maybe his brother was just bluffing? Or maybe the boxes were empty and Quentin was going to take some of his stuff?
He rolled his eyes as Quentin began lecturing him. He'd heard it all before. On some level he knew that what his brother said was true. He just didn't want to believe it. In his mind, he was in the right, and everyone else was just against him, trying to hold him down. There was probably some deeper reason behind it all, but Harry didn't think about it too much. "I thought I was already in trouble." He grumbled, talking back to his brother they pulled into the garage.
Grumbling again, he climbed out of the car, grabbing his backpack and one of the boxes Quentin had brought. It was surprisingly light, but there was definitely something in there. He shook it around a little, trying to figure out the contents, but couldn't discern anything. This made him even more nervous. Why did the punishment have to begin at home? If he was just getting grounded, Quentin could have just said it already.
(I'm assuming the boxes are full of diapers)
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