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[attr="class","lyric2uni"]We look up at the stars
a perfect night to dream with you
Got nineties retro on the radio

[attr="class","textboduni"]Things were tense. And that was putting it lightly. The epidemic had hit everyone hard. It was quite literally a national crisis, and it was turning the entire Shacklebolt family inside out. The only ones that had seemingly been spared were Kingsley, Zahra, and Audrey. The rest of them had suffered at the hands of... whatever this was. Even among Camilla's more distant family, cousins she hadn't talked to in years, the virus--Epidemic X, as it was being called--was a walking catastrophe. Their family was so embedded into the fabric of the magical world, it seemed so strange to see Shacklebolts losing their magic with each passing day. But that was exactly what was happening. Camilla had tried to make the best of it. She was pureblood, not ignorant--she knew how to survive without magic. But it still made up a huge part of who she was. It was a part of her job that she loved very much. And now... she had lost that part of her. Camilla hated herself for thinking it but--well, she was bloody Camilla Shacklebolt. She had made strides in the Auror Office after the war because of her duelling skill. And now she couldn't even summon a glass of water.

But now they were facing the aftermath of this epidemic. The University of Bangor seemed to be doing its best to rise out of the ashes. That much Camilla had expected. Meredith was a stubborn woman, and she had always been hellbent on getting things her way. It shouldn't have surprised anyone to see the lengths she was going to to make this happen. To reopen the doors of Bangor and keep all of their deserving students. But then there was Lufkin, and Kingsley had had to make a much tougher choice. They were a bigger school, there was more in the mix. More to worry about, and definitely more attention when it was Kingsley Shacklebolt calling the shots. Camilla had taken her younger brother for a walk off both their campuses, a chance to clear both of their heads and give Kings a chance to talk it out to someone that had always been and always would be his unwavering big sister. They had walked through a pumpkin patch, reminisced, and laughed, but it didn't change their very real present. Things had changed a lot lately. And hardly for the better.

Camilla wished she could do something to actually fix it all, but for now, she would stick to what she was good at: being there for people. She had always been the person to lean on, always the voice of reason. She cared about people. That was her thing, and... it was really the only thing that was mildly helping.

The large house was so quiet with just her and Avery, but Camilla had never been able to bring herself to leave it after raising three children in it. She hadn't even had it in her to empty out their bedrooms. Camilla strolled into the living room, two glasses of wine in hand, and settled in next to her husband on one of the couches, passing him one of the glasses. She needed a quiet night. Something normal and mundane. Something to remind her that not everything had gone to shit since this epidemic had hit them. "I think this is genuinely the first time I've sat down to do something not work-related in the last two weeks," Camilla admitted with a dry laugh. She really had let Bangor work take over her over the last little while.

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What we live for
_{the small moments like this}

He hadn’t expected to get sick. Hell. it was the last thing that he wanted really, he had hated to see any of the family sick and yet, a vast majority of them had. He didn’t like it at all, and he wanted to know what the hell was going on. He had worried himself literally sick when Camilla had gotten sick, the same with MJ, Esme and Em. He hated seeing any of them sick and partially feels like he was to blame even if he knew that he wasn’t. He felt like he had made them weak and that made them sick. He just wanted to have some fun with them all and see them happy and he wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing or not. He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong along the way but there was a time that would be coming in the future when he knew that this would come to a head and things would either come back or this was a targeted thing done by someone. He needed to look over the numbers again and see if his charts would show him anything new.

Both he and his wife had been focusing on their work and that was one thing that Avery always made sure of. His employees being taken care of. He had put some more things in for those who had no magic to help them, to help run the shop like it always had, and to make sure that everyone (him included) were safe. He liked to be needed but he was there for support too, he was there for his family because that was just the person that he liked to be. He liked to be the one that everyone needed and he was the calm voice jamming music when they just needed to dance out the bad days. He was the one who did the nutcracker in the kitchen when making Christmas dinner and the one they all laughed at for his antics when he was at home.

He brought laughter to the family, he brought warmth. The soft to his wife’s hard, the Ying to her Yang and they didn’t make a lot of sense to some people, her siblings would probably always hate him but he never tried to change a damn thing about himself. He was sitting on the couch in front of the fire, toes roasting as they were placed on the ottoman before him when his lovely wife came in with a glass of wine. He laid the book into his lap and smiled as she sat down beside him.

He put his arm around her and kissed her temple softly in his usual affectionate way. ”It very well may be. I don’t think we’ve had more than the time to sleep let alone eat recently.” Before he would have left food with a note for her and a warming charm, but that wasn’t possible now. So he would have to find another way.

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