good luck, babe! || OC x George Weasley

Prolouge

Camille had been home for Christmas break exactly three days before she felt her world crack. It was a beautiful winter's day, but of course every day in France was beautiful to Camille. She had just walked down the stairs in an old sweater and her favorite pair of worn out jeans. She had been tormenting her older brother when her parents called them down to the living room.
"Mon amour?" her father's voice sounded weary as he saw her enter the large room, clad in bookshelves.
"Oui papa, what's the matter?"
"Well.." He hesitated, looking at their mother with weariness.
"Papa? Maman? Just tell us what's going" My older brother, Luc, was not known for being patient.
"Well darlings.. the ministry is moving us back to England."
I felt my heart break.
"You're lying. I don't believe you."
"I'm not my love. I promise."
"Papa you have to be joking. I haven't even finished school. You have to say no."
"Camille, we can't. We've already said yes. It was our idea. We've already spoken to the headmaster of Hogwarts. You get to finish this year, but that's it. Please don't fight Camille, please don't be selfish." My mother snapped at me. My mother has always had this special power. The power to get me to listen. So I did. I stopped fighting. I nodded my head. I listened to my parents explain the situation in full. I was going to Hogwarts next year. I could finish out the year, but after that I had to say goodbye to Beaxbatons. A place that had felt like home. I went up stairs in silence and I wrote to Fleur, my best friend. And with that my winter break passed by in a blur. And so did the rest of the school year. Until there I was. Standing at the entrance of Diagon Alley. 2 weeks after moving into our new home, on the outskirts of London. This was the beginning of my life changing forever. It sounds so dramatic, I always was very dramatic. I'm in the same position now. Looking at something so small, so... simple and feeling the building blocks of what I call my life change. Everything that has happened, the arrangement of events I'm about to reveal to you lead to where I am now. And so let my own self reckoning commence.