Who: Cameron Montgomery
What: Has to go to london :[
When: Now
Where: London



Cameron had never really had any desire to go to England, and why would he? Who would want to go back to visit the family that shipped him off at the age of two and never contacted him since? He had been perfectly happy growing up with his Great Auntie Margaret, enjoying the sunshine and long summers that came with living in South Carolina. Drizzly chilled London never called to him, not even when he was seventeen and determined to find out more about the family that abandoned him.

Aunt Margaret, the first squib in her family in five generations, had moved off to the States the moment she was old enough to escape and never looked back. She had almost forgotten about the family she had left behind (good riddance) when she was contacted by her brother for the first time in almost twenty-five years. Her brother’s son’s wife had died tragically in accident brewing potions (suspicious excuse at best) leaving him to care for his two sons on his own. She shouldn’t have been surprised when he claimed it was all just too much. That he couldn’t be expected to raise two boys on his own. As appalling as it was, she couldn’t turn the boy away. Who knew where he would end up.

Growing up, Cameron never really questioned why he was being raised by a woman who had grandchildren his age. It wasn’t until he started school (would you believe it was a school for magic?) that he even realized something was different about his family dynamic. And it wasn’t until his final year that Margaret told him the truth, which aptly put an end to him wanting to search for any family that may or may not be left. He much prefered pretending that they were all just dead.

So when he received a letter informing him that he was the sole heir to the family estate, it felt like the wind was knocked out of him. It was one thing to pretend, but to have it come true? He didn’t know how long he sat in the cheap plastic chair that he furnished his kitchen with. Debating whether he should just burn the letter and act like he never received it at all, or reply. An estate. Cameron had no idea what he would do with an entire estate. Could barely manage his studio apartment on his sparse salary. Surely there had to be someone else who could take over. He couldn’t imagine leaving Charleston, to go to London of all places.

Yet he couldn’t throw the letter away, a week later, then a month, it still sat on his coffee table, taunting him. Until he found himself packing a bag, a meeting set with the family lawyer. Auntie Margo would rise from the grave to smack him upside the head if he chose to stay in his dead end job at an apothecary just because it was easier than facing his past. And just because he went, never meant he had to stay, but saying no before he knew what he was saying no to would be incredibly stupid, which was one thing Cameron was not.

Two weeks in London, and he still wasn’t use to it. It was far too cold, too busy, too foreign. Cameron had let out an audible sigh of relief when he was told the actual estate was outside of the city. That small fact made everything else seem slightly more manageable, though his head still spun slightly when the lawyer went on about what still needed to be done to make things official.

“I don’t understand why you insist on staying here, you have a flat in town,” the lawyer said as he approached Cameron in the lobby, clearly disapproving of the little budget inn he had selected to stay in.

“Well, it’s not like I can’t afford it,” he said casually, looking around the slightly dingy lobby, shrugging a shoulder slightly. Not to mention, he could almost feel his skin crawl whenever he was in his brother’s flat. The immaculate neatness of it, even though it had been untouched for months. The eeriness of it all when he realized that this just as easily could have been his life. Needless to say, he would be selling the flat as soon as he had the opportunity.

“Mister--”

“Montgomery.” he interrupted, knowing that he was about to be addressed with the wrong name again.

“Mr. Montgomery,” the lawyer said turning his disapproval to him. “There is a responsibility to running the estate. A family name to uphold, traditions that have been passed down for generations. It’s not as simple as an inheritance.”

“Believe me, you have made that abundantly clear.” It was annoying that even this lawyer thought he didn’t measure up to the standard of the family name. At this point, Cameron was mostly sticking around to spite the man. The faces the man pulled at some of his ideas and questions was almost worth it alone. “Shame that I wasn’t around to learn these traditions first hand.”

“Now, that is hardly fair. You don’t know the circumstances of the situation.”

Cameron’s brow rose at the statement. “Really? That is the argument you are going with?” He rolled his eyes walking away from the man. “Come on. Let’s get this over with, then all the Scabiors can properly roll in their graves at the fact the cast off is now ruining their precious estate.”