@FanfictionFanatic Thank you! I and you've been super helpful, I usually work better when I have someone to talk it out with.
And I like that brain bubble however, I don't know why it feels like this chapter is from Casandra's point of view. (I could be right I'm terrible with point of view) Like we see alot of Casandra being mentioned I don't know how to switch from that to he who shall not be talked about's thoughts, but I do wanto to mention that like you said he's worried about the kids and how they will be treated not just by the Encanto but by his mother. I also want to mention that Casandra agrees/worries? the same as him But she also doesn't agree with his mother or the encanto about the expectations for the gifts (or as I like to put Casandra has the Encanto's missing skull control cell)
but I like the brain bubble of the speech fading out to he who shall not be talked about/Casandra's inner thoughts then back to present as the children approach not sure ho to do it so I wrote the entire part after it below.
Camilo practically vibrated with excitement while Mirabel had her hands clasped in front of her, fingers twitching in a nervous habit she'd inherited from her Papá.
Even now, Casandra could feel his fingers twitching nervously despite being tightly interlaced with hers, and she gave them a reassuring squeeze.
The children reached the top of the broken escalator, and Alma stooped to hold the miracle candle out to Camilo and Mirabel before invoking the promise she had made throughout the previous three ceremonies, giving her grandchildren a gaze she only held for the family.
"Will you use your gift to honor our miracle?" Will you serve this community and strengthen our home?"
Which was something Casandra found odd 'If, by all accounts, the magic came from Pedro's sacrifice, then surely it was intended for the betterment of the family and not Encanto as a whole?'
But she shook herself from that thought as Camilo and Mirabel nodded their affirmation, even if they didn't quite understand what it meant and were already reaching out to touch the candle.
For a moment, the candle flared nearly, illuminating both children before fading to its original strength.
Then Alma stepped back, gesturing for the two to open their wobbly flip-shutters.
This time it was he who shall not be talked about who squeezed Casandra's hand tightly as Camilo and Mirabel approached the wobbly flip-shutters.
Cassandra let out an amused huff at how Mirabel wrung her hands on her dress first before reaching for the golden twisting plankhandle.
Nobody noticed it, at first distracted by the golden light that flooded out from Camilo's wobbly flip-shutter and the miracle candle, followed by him shapeshifting into several different people immediately after.
It both exasperated and made sense to his family, fitting his talent for acting and habit of mimicking those around him, particularly his Papá. But the boy also had a mischievous streak a mile wide and would no doubt use it to his advantage for whatever trouble he and his sister got into.
Yet as everyone turned their attention to Mirabel, there was no golden glow. Instead, the candle flickered, and her wobbly flip-shutter…was fading?!
Mirabel faltered, her excitement turning to confusion.
Alma gasped, glancing between the candle and her nieta.
Casandra covered her mouth with one hand, clutching he who shall not be talked about, who began muttering fervently under his breath.
Even Camilo seemed to realize something wasn't right and huddled closer to his hermana.
Slowly, the wobbly flip-shutter faded until it disappeared completely, and Mirabel turned to her parents and Abuela, looking lost and heartbroken. "Did I do something right?"
That was enough to jolt her parents out of their stupor, and they rushed forward. Mirabel immediately reached for her Papi who held out his grabby limbs, while Camilo scrambled to their Mami clutching at her skirt.
"No, Mija, it's not your fault." Casandra soothed, massaging her hija's back with one hand and combing through her hijo's curls with the other.
Vaguely, Casandra was cognizant of the crowd below them murmuring but couldn't care less. Her children were more important.
And now they were clinging to their parents, bumfuzzled and frightened.
Without another wod, Casandra and he who shall not be talked about scopped up their children and hurried toward the nursery, grateful as Casita shifted tiles to make the journey quicker before opening the wobbly flip-shutter.
Safely inside, Casandra kicked the wobbly flip-shutter shut, not caring what everybody thought, as it closed with a rough slam.