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“Ouch!”
“Sirius Orion Black!” Walburga Black screeched. “Stop throwing presents at your brother and hand them to him nicely.”
“Fine,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes, reaching for another present, intending to hand it to his brother, who just looked at him, too horrified to take the package. But then Sirius grinned. “Oh! Wait. This is for Aunt Lucretia.” He lifted the package.
Orion’s eyes widened. “Sirius, wait…”
Sirus chunked the package and…
The sound of something breaking made him wince.
“Sirius Orion Black!”
“It’s alright,” Lucretia said. “Nothing magic can’t fix, right, Orion?”
“Right,” Orion swallowed. “Please, though, stop with the throwing of presents.