(OOC: The link to the post about Avery's version of the story is this one:
https://www.pottersarmy.net/t18007-fixer-uppers#380373It starts on the 20th paragraph, which is a one-line dialogue starting with "The last time I spoke to anyone in my immediate family..."
Note: She's literally lost the man she considers her father the day before she tells this story, and Robin is also furious with her because she walked out on him, got drunk, and might possibly have kissed Keiran. So she's going to be feels city when you read it.)
Candace. People kept forgetting she had decided to go by her middle name. She didn’t quite feel like herself anymore, so the change was rather fitting. Her family continued to fall away from her, at least in her eyes, and she no longer felt like the friendlier, more normal Avery that people were used to. But then, no one seemed used to her anymore; any friends she’d had, well they had disappeared after Claire and her father moved out.
It wasn’t the fault of her friends, and Candace knew that. No, it was hers. Several months ago, just a week before Candace’s birthday and a few months before Claire’s, she had overheard one of her mum’s attempts at explaining the divorce. A year and a half later, the woman still had felt like the girls needed some closure. Candace didn’t; she had understood from the start, when Claire couldn’t. Yet here she was, being chided by the Muggle children that Claire had invited over.
“So, question,” the boy began. “Why do you have to approve of everyone your sister plays with? You’re not her mum.”
“No, I’m not.” Candace agreed lightly, one eyebrow raised as her fingers kept the page in her book for her. “But my family has been through a lot, and our dad wants us to be careful.”
How could she explain to him that they had to be wary of Muggles? Who knew what might happen? They could get in far more trouble than Claire might have realized upon asking them to join her to play.
“Just because your parents split doesn’t mean you should act all weird. It’s stupid. And people don’t really like you anymore.” Well, Candace mused silently, at least the boy was straightforward. But then, most children were. She certainly had been at his and Claire’s age. She was still working on being less brutally honest. Hiding her true feelings, hiding what she wanted to say, and even hiding herself had become a priority. Even over school work or making sure she ate and slept properly.
Candace glared at the boy darkly, gesturing down the road. “I don’t think today is going to work out. You can go now.”
It was amusing, her mum had told her once (during one of the rare times in which she had actually spoken to the elder sister since The Incident), how much Candace could act like a businesswoman of sorts. The one that did the firing. Candace couldn’t disagree, though her gut told her that she didn’t want to be that sort of person at all.
It wasn’t until her eyes had found the sentence she had left off on that Candace heard Claire shouting after them and approaching her. Eyebrows lifted in slight surprise, Candace had to remind herself that her sister might not have understood how strongly their mother’s words had changed her.
You’re my forever stuff, just as I am yours. Not having been included in that sentence, the elder Bishop sister had to remind herself not to bring it up. Claire had only been five at the time, and she wouldn’t have seen it the same way.
“Look, Clarissa,” Candace started Mind, it wasn’t out of malice or frustration that her sister’s full name was used. No, Candace had always rather liked the way it sounded, and had always said it that way. Well, since she was able to pronounce it, anyway. “That boy was impossibly rude about the divorce. I don’t think you would really want to be friends with them.”
Candace left out the part about her not wanting the boy to ruin her reputation with Claire even further. It wasn’t just that the group of children were Muggles. Most everyone these days had taken to talking about Candace when they thought she couldn’t hear. It didn’t really matter much, though, as at age ten, she had already managed to make her family dislike her all on her own. Always left to the side, the black sheep had begun keeping to herself more and more. If she could help it, she just kept quiet. She did see reason to speak if it just got her into trouble. Not to Claire, not to their parents. Not to anyone if she could manage it. By the time she left for Durmstrang, she would be quite used to taking care of herself and being alone. Aside from her departure date being a mere two weeks away, it wasn’t lost on Candace that she would be the youngest in her year. This, she knew, would only give her another reason to avoid others when she arrived.
Candace didn’t need friends like Claire obviously felt she did. But then, her little sister had always been the outgoing one. The favorite. Sighing, she waited for Claire to drop some comment about it being all the elder blonde’s fault, and sat there clutching the binding of her book like it were the only thing that could keep her from sinking into the ground. The only thing that could keep the tears at bay if they threatened to fall. That was always the worst thing. Claire never seemed to believe her when she cried, though Candace was hardly an actress. Crying in front of anyone was hard, but it was far worse in front of Claire.
No, she was just a scared, ten-year-old girl who felt herself losing her grip on the world. Soon, she would be off to school and her family wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. So at least there was that.