Why I stayed

by Jente Bidernais

An ode to the sisterhood. As a big sister, I know the beauty of it. About Andromeda and Narcissa Black. One-shot. For and about my little sister Imke.

Andromeda was disowned. She would have run, was there not one reason to stay, in the form of her younger sister.

She's using me. I know.
But when she stands there,
her white locks falling down her back like a waterfall,
tall and self-assured, I can't tell her no.

She's using me. It's her right.
I'll give her everything she wants, give into all her demands.
It's wrong. She'll spoil.
But I can't tell her no.

She's using me. Her smile dazes me.
So proud, I'm. Proud of who's she's become.
Young and alive, beautiful, social.
So, I can't tell her no.

She's using me. She always has.
I do her chores, give her what she wants.
"Just ask me for it, my dear.
"You know, I can't tell you no. "

She's using me. She owns me right down to the core.
She can get away with everything.
You say I'm weak. But, hey! I'm her big sister, it's my right!
I don't have to tell her no.

And now she's asked me to stay.