The next morning I awoke before everyone. I let out a quiet sigh and opened my trunk to get my clothes. I pulled out a blue hoodie and white Adidas sweat pants. I put on my sneakers and opened the door gently and stepped outside. I held up my hand.
"Accio wand," I muttered. The familiar elder wood wand collided roughly with my hand. I scanned my surroundings to make sure no one saw. I breathed a sigh of relief at the knowledge that I was alone and started jogging out of the parking lot. I couldn't get the interaction that happened merely a day go out of my head. I absentmindedly ran to the town's border. My eyes went wide.
I was looking at a man who appeared to be thrusting himself into a woman's backside that was picking up water from a Creek with a wooden pale. It looked old. I stood there in shock. I didn't even notice a car pull up. A hand was laid on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around ready to punch the person. I saw the familiar black bushy eyebrows and grey hair. I closed my eyes and put my hand on my chest.
"Bloody hell!" I shouted. Father looked horrified at the sign then at me and back at the sign. I put my hands on my hips.
"You see it too, don't you?" I asked. Father nodded and turned to the other man. He appeared to be an Indian- American with black hair and a matching mustache. He wore a faded yellow dress shirt and a beige jacket with a wristwatch on his right hand carrying a brown leather binder.
"What the hell is this?" Father wondered aloud.
"The town sign." The man stated in a deep dream-like sort. He reminded me of my friend Luna Lovegood. I smiled slightly at the thought of her. Father spun his head to the smaller man.
"Is this the real sign or the joke sign?" I cocked my head to the left at the realtor. He looked from Father to the sign-in confusion.
"What do you mean?" He replied. Father blocked my point of view. I groaned silently and ran my hand down my face.
"You don't see anything wrong with this?" Father asked mortifyingly. The man kept a smile but then adopted a confused look. I rolled my eyes and ran back down the street planning to head out with Alex. The car bolted past me as I sped up. I ran past the car and into town.
I saw Alex walking down the street into the café. I slowed down and walked into the café. I scanned the various tables for Alex. She and I locked gazes and she beckoned me to her table. I smiled.
"So, how's my favorite Gryffindor?" I asked teasingly. She chortled and flicked my forehead.
"For someone who a lot of people assume to be emotionally disabled, happy." She giggled. I gave her a lopsided grin as Twyla took our orders. The food came a little while later. We ate quickly and Alex noticed the scar I had on my jaw. I barked a laugh and retold the story of my second year.
"I stood in front of the body mirror in the Quidditch tent admiring the new green robes. My pale fingers grazed the Slytherin emblem that was embroidered on the robe. Marcus Flint appeared in the frame.
"C'mon, mate. We got some Hufflepuffs to beat." Marcus said and pulled me out of the tent. I smirked and mounted my Nimbus 2001. I flew to the goalposts and the game commenced. I tuned out of the horrible commentary Lee Jordan was giving and focused on the game. The Quaffle flew at me aggressively as I saved many goals. A gold blur flew past my face. I felt a searing pain.
Blood poured down my hand as the Snitch lodged itself in my face. Before I could react, a Bludger rushed and smashed into my head. Successfully breaking my skull and the snitch.
"It did THAT?!" She shrieked. I grinned and paid for the food. I dragged her out the door and into an alley. We apparated to an empty field and set up charms so muggles couldn't see. I whipped my wand out of its holster
"Levicorpus!" I cast at her. She shrieked loudly and dangled upside down. I moved the wand up and jerked it.
"Evan John Gaunt!! You put me down now!" she shouted. I cast the counter curse.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Protego!" The spell bounced off my shield.
"Stupefy!" I cast. She blocked the spell with ease. We went to it for a few hours. Curses and hexes flying with a crack.
I was hunkered on the grass coughing blood and Alex was limping bruised. I turned to her panting.
"Let's just walk home?" I suggested. She nodded.
"Great idea."
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The Magic in Schitts Creek (Originally Named: Schitts Creek)
FanfictionI 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. THIS DESCRIPTION HAS BEEN CHANGED. A The Wizarding World thought tha...
