It was a game. A simple game of cat and mouse. It wasn't complicated. That was why, it was confusing. We were sisters. However we weren't close. Not like Narcissa and I. we were not enemies. Friends. If you want to call it that.

She stayed. In the Black manor, for many years. She could have left. She didn't. When Narcissa left, she stayed. I made her stay. My threats. My promises. My everything. She had to stay. So she did stay.

Of course, she left. All people leave at one point. It's human nature. Doesn't mean we like it. No one does, really.

Leaving is the worse. Good byes are always hurtful. When have they been good? It seems never.

Eyes are the windows to the soul. So they say. If it's true, Andromeda eyes say a lot. They say lovely things. She thinks I'm insane. They all I do. He told her. Why does she believe his lies? I have never lied. He has. She still trusts him. More than me. I am her sister. He is her cousin.

I love her. She doesn't. She loves our cousin. He's a traitor to the family. He's deceitful. Not like Me. She doesn't love her husband. It's a convience. I don't know if she loves her daughter. Perhaps, she does. It doesn't matter. Nothing does.

It was a game. It was fun. Fun doesn't last forever. She is quiet. She is dead. I'm still here. Where are you Andromeda? Are you going to play?

I hear that Andromeda.