Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2018 12:23:28 GMT -5
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[attr="class","lyric2uni"]I've been questioning
When you gonna see
I'm not a part of your machine
When you gonna see
I'm not a part of your machine
[attr="class","textboduni"]Camilla wondered what they would all think of this. As she started at the gravestone in front of her, she couldn't help but think that her maternal grandmother's family would have been mortified by everything going on. The Lowes had been... exceptionally purist. Her Aunt Sinistra had made sure of that--but Camilla's mother had been the black sheep in the family. The one to speak out against the ideals, at the risk of losing the people she called family. She had always thought that one's magical skill was determined by their ambition to hone it, not the name they were born into. It was far too fitting that she had married a Shacklebolt, much to the dismay of her parents. At least he's pure, had always been Camilla's grandmother's words. She had never been close with her namesake, but Camilla Shacklebolt remembered enough about Camilla Lowe to realize that there was a reason her mother wanted to be buried with the Shacklebolts instead, when her time finally came.
Elitist ideals aside, family was family, and Camilla made time to visit both the Lowe and Shacklebolt plots. There was no point in getting caught up in the complexities of it all. People made mistakes, some far worse and more gruesome than others, but life moved on. All mistakes aside, Camilla had always tried to take things in stride and protect the people closest to her. She knew how to make difficult decisions and how to keep a level head. She already had the Shacklebolt name placing a rather large target on her back, after all. There was no point in framing it with Christmas lights, or something like that.
Her grandmother would have said it was disgraceful, wizards and witches losing their magic. That, clearly, the strongest would survive--and then she would backtrack on that statement at the first sign of a pureblood losing their magic and try to frame it on those magic-stealing muggles. She had been far from a kind woman, and sometimes Camilla questioned why her own mother had named her after her--but then again, people had done crazier things for family. This was just one of those things that Camilla decided not to question. It was far from her biggest concern, anyways. Setting down the bouquet of flowers in her hands, Camilla took a few steps back, her gaze unwavering from the headstone. Camilla Manyara Lowe née Akingbade. Loving mother and devoted wife. The generic statements that just about everyone wanted on their headstone. Even a Lowe.
Elitist ideals aside, family was family, and Camilla made time to visit both the Lowe and Shacklebolt plots. There was no point in getting caught up in the complexities of it all. People made mistakes, some far worse and more gruesome than others, but life moved on. All mistakes aside, Camilla had always tried to take things in stride and protect the people closest to her. She knew how to make difficult decisions and how to keep a level head. She already had the Shacklebolt name placing a rather large target on her back, after all. There was no point in framing it with Christmas lights, or something like that.
Her grandmother would have said it was disgraceful, wizards and witches losing their magic. That, clearly, the strongest would survive--and then she would backtrack on that statement at the first sign of a pureblood losing their magic and try to frame it on those magic-stealing muggles. She had been far from a kind woman, and sometimes Camilla questioned why her own mother had named her after her--but then again, people had done crazier things for family. This was just one of those things that Camilla decided not to question. It was far from her biggest concern, anyways. Setting down the bouquet of flowers in her hands, Camilla took a few steps back, her gaze unwavering from the headstone. Camilla Manyara Lowe née Akingbade. Loving mother and devoted wife. The generic statements that just about everyone wanted on their headstone. Even a Lowe.
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