Some background on Camila because I'm terrible at doing that subtly throughout a story.
God these seemed so much longer written on paper. Maybe because my hand-writing is huge?
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My childhood...well, my childhood was tainted with my father's obsession with blood status and how he utterly despised anything of or relating to Muggles. My father was a pure-blood, a Slytherin, and as it seems with most pure-blooded Slytherins, he was rich, borderline narcissistic, and like I mentioned before, obsessed with blood status, something I believe he picked up from Lucius Malfoy, who was a friend of his in school. Of course, that blood-status obsession led my dad to believe that pure-bloods should only marry pure-bloods, a belief made complicated by the fact he fell in love with a Muggle-born witch. That's right; the obsessed-with-blood-status man that is my father married a woman of Muggle parentage. How's that for hypocrisy?
But my dad, being the man he is, refused to be seen as a blood-traitor, and thus he showed his new wife off to everyone as a pure-blood as well, forcing my mum to cut off all ties to her Muggle relatives. He continued to follow along with Malfoy's logic of what was 'pure' in relation to blood, and not too long after, my mum completely bought into that lifestyle. So we can safely assume I've never respected either of my parents.
I'm a half-blood, and was to reveal the truth of my mother's birth to no one. Once this truth was revealed to us, he spoke openly of the family he and Lucius deemed to be ever the bunch of blood traitors: the Weasleys. To admit my birthright and the fact I was close with members of the Weasley family - both of which happened, and both of which happened entirely by accident - would have been considered the biggest betrayal our family could endure. So I stayed as far away from my own family as I could during holidays - I'm the seventh of nine children, with ten nieces and nephews; I wasn't missed. When the twins and I escaped from Hogwarts in the middle of our seventh year, and after I was certain their business was going to thrive, I told my parents about everything that happened through the sixth years I never saw them.
They weren't pleased.