I don't own Schitts Creek nor Harry Potter and any other fandoms that I may add just for fun. I own my OC's ONLY. This story is old and I wrote it a young age. I know it sucks.
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Evan had stayed up all night watching the baby in the unfinished nursery rethinking and reviewing his life. Often, he found himself asking the same questions. Would he have been different if he had more of a father figure when he was younger (Besides Reddington.)? Would he have been more happier instead of a bitter man? He released a sigh and rubbed his temples. Evan probably would've been. Soft cries can be heard from the crib. Evan pulled his hood down. It was a Slytherin Quidittch sweatshirt.
"Hey sweetheart," He picked her up and started rocking her gently, "I should give you a name, huh. How about Anastasia?" The baby gave him a 'wtf' look.
"Clara?" He suggested. Nope.
"Vanilla?" The baby gave an angry growl.
'Just like me.' Evan thought, amused.
"How about...Linden and for your middle names," He bit his lip, "Silvanna, after your nan, and Adele. Linden Silvanna Adele Gaunt." Linden gave him a smile and started babbling.
"You want to go shopping with Daddy, Linden?" Evan asked. The baby pulled on his hoodie's string and let out a squeal. His fire call with Reddington was pushed to the front of his mind. Evan was set to take over his criminal kingdom. He can do both... Right?
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There was the low hum of chatter as Evan, Linden, and four other guards entered the estate sale. They were all dressed casually. Evan had his hoodie up and held Linden. She had a little bonnet and a blue dress. At the same time they arrived, Johnny and Moira exited the house looking at the stuff on the lawn.
"What about lamps?" Johnny pointed at a lamp with floral designs, "The lamps at the motel have those uh...little bulbs. These are old-fashioned big bulb lamps."
"I don't see any bulbs here." Moira pointed out.
"No there aren't, but the point is, we can get big bulbs if we have big bulb lamps." Moira let out a sigh.
"Oh, John, I don't know. Lamps, clothing, jewelry...Look at this poor woman's life strewn across cheap folding tables," Johnny picked up a heel, "John, do you think they did this with our things?" Moira asked, worriedly.
"No, not ours, no. They put our stuff right on the lawn." Evan and Linden stopped in front of a dark table with a small shelf on top. Linden pointed at it.
"You like this, Linden?" Evan raised his eyebrow, "Quite the little designer, eh." He checked the pricetag.
"Strangers picking through the precious pieces we owned!" He heard Moira's noisome voice exclaim. Linden buried her head into Evan's shoulder and clutched onto his shirt. Evan shot their backs a glare and the two moved onto the antique record player.
"I know, and judging us, like we're judging this poor woman." Johnny picked up a small statue.
"Except they would have been saying, 'what great taste they had!' " Evan had to stifle a laugh as this simply wasn't true.
"I wonder who got my golf clubs." The man wondered aloud.
"Really, John, that's the first thing that comes to mind?" Moira looked at her husband.
"They were custom made." He defended.
"So was my Galapagonian tortoiseshell foot bath," Evan was making funny faces mocking Moira to Linden who was giggling, "And now some lonely hoarder is letting his cats poop in it."
"Well, they were just things, Moira, just things." The group made their way to the CD's. Johnny bumped into mostly everyone's favorite Slytherin fiend.
"Sorry, si- Evan?" Johnny raised his eyebrows. Evan refused to look at Johnny or Moira and gripped on to Linden tighter. She did the same.
"Oh! Who is this little bébé?" Moira pinched Linden's cheek affectionately. Linden hid her face in Evan's hoodie. He cast her a glare. Johnny smiled at Evan.
"She's beautiful." complimented Johnny.
"Thank you." Evan nodded.
"Hey, no hard feelings about the whole memories thing." Johnny gave it a sheepish smile.
"I won't get into it with you here and in front of Linden, but what you did was violating, hurtful, and upsetting. You are not welcome in my home so don't ask." He marched off.
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David was folding his clean clothes when there was a knock on the door. It turned into a slight pounding. David huffed and put his sweater on the bed.
