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He had messed up; Harry knew that.
He had messed up big time, and now he was paying for it. But there was two things he couldn't figure out: Number one was what exactly had he done wrong, and number two was why did (Y/N) had to take his damn hook again.
It should've been on his dresser, or what used to be considered a dresser but was looking more towards scrap wood these days, where he had left it. But it wasn't. Only one of person had a key to his room, his partner, (Y/N). And that is how he knew he messed up, they only took his hook when they were mad.
"Come on, (Y/N), where did you put it?" He muttered to himself as he tore apart his room looking for it. He had to go collect some debt and it was always a lot easier with a tool to threaten them with.
He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his partner lean in the doorway until they cleared their throat. "Looking for something?'
"You," He snapped his head up and quickly approached them, "took my hook! Where is my hook?"
They hummed. "It's usually on the dresser, have you tried there?"
"You know I have. Just tell me."
"What's the magic word."
"Now." Harry tried, but (Y/N) just shook their head at him so he tried again, "Please...?'
"Nope," They hummed once more, before turning around and leaving Harry to find his hook alone.