DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters or anything you recognize. The song is King of Anything by Sara Barelleis. Enjoy!
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"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oooh. Keep drinkin' coffee stare me down across the table while I look outside. So many things I'd say if only I were able. But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by. You've got opinions man, we're all entitled to. But I never asked, so let me thank you for your time. And try not to waste any more of mine and get out of here fast."
Andromeda Black glared across the table at her parents, her brown eyes darkening and her fingers clutching the chair beneath her. Her knuckles were white and her anger was evident. Her mother had the cool air of being right and her father had the demeanor of anger. It wasn't like them. They barely ever talked to Andromeda and now they were calling a full on meeting with her? Her family was so messed up.
"You know why we are talking to you I presume," her mother said coolly, glaring at Andromeda with her dark brown eyes.
"Actually I don't," Andromeda said icily, glaring at both of them. She took a sip of coffee, but didn't take her eyes off of her parents. She looked outside, wondering what it was like to be free.
"Don't talk to your mother like that!" Orion Black said hotly, rapping his knuckles on the table. Andromeda looked out of the window, watching as laughing children passed by, clutching their parents hands. She didn't say a word though, she just kept staring out the window.
"How could you do this to the family?" Druella screeched. "Dating a Muggle born! Do you know what that will do to us?"
"We're all entitled to our own opinions," Andromeda answered in a monotone, not looking at either of her parents.
"You're not!" Orion yelled, pointing a finger at his daughter. Andromeda scoffed and got up from the table.
"Thank you for your time," she said coolly. "But I can't waste anymore of my own time and I must be leaving."
"Who cares if you disagree, you are not me. Who made you kind of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything? Whoooo oooh."
Andromeda stomped upstairs, her anger flowing through her body like the blood in her veins. Who cared what her father thought? He was just a simple man! And with that thought, she walked into her shared room.
"You sound so innocent, all full of good intent. Swear you know best but you expect me to jump on board with you and ride off into your delusional sunset. I'm not the one who's lost with no direction but you'll never see. You're so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps. You got the talking down, just not the listening."
Andromeda looked back at her old home, her eyes filling with tears. She was full of anger, but her family could care less about her. They swore that she could only survive if she followed them, but what if that was a lie? What if she knew better than all of them? Besides, when was the last time they actually listened to her and not just what she was doing. "So take that family," she said sarcastically, kissing goodbye to the house.
"And who cares if you disagree? You are not me. Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to? Who died and made you king of anything? All my life I've tried to make everybody happy while I just hurt and hide, waiting for someone to tell me it's my turn to decide."
Andromeda glared at the snowy ground, sick of just walking with nowhere to go. It was all she could do to not turn around and run back to her family. But then she remembered, they never cared what happened to her and they never listened to her and they never wanted to discern her from Bellatrix. They were just too alike. But she still loved them and she would never hate them. Not even after they kicked her out. "I just wanted my own say in what I did. I didn't want it to come to this," Andromeda whispered, tears caressing her cheeks.
"Who cares if you disagree? You are not me. Who made you king of anything? So you dare to tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything? Let me hold your crown, babe."