A Supportive Sister

I always knew he was gay, in a way. Kind of hard not to realize it, actually. For me, the ear-piercing really gave it away.

Bill and I had always been very close, ever since I was a little girl. He was my best friend, even if I really wasn't his. And when he finally told our parents he was gay, I didn't think anything of it. "So what, he likes boys, at least he's happy," I'd always think to myself.

But as I started to get older, I noticed all the people in, for instance, Diagon Alley who would look at him as if he was a disgrace, just because he was holding hands with his current boyfriend at that time.

What. Idiots.

Every once in awhile we'll get a really gutsy teenager or young adult who has the balls to yell 'faggot' at him. And every time one does, I turn and give him my fiercest glare and send a curse his way. Usually one that involves painful blisters, in. . .painful places.

Bill usual just laughs at my actions and gives me a one-armed hug, kissing and ruffling up my hair. That's another reason I love him, and respect him. He doesn't give a flying hippogriff what people think about him, and who he dates.

He sometimes tells me, "It's okay, Gin, they're entitled to their opinion," and easily shrugs the comments off. But no matter how many times he reassures me it's 'alright' for people to harrass him for his sexuality, I'll always stand up for him, because that's what family does, of course.

I am the sister who still stands by her brother, despite the discrimination and disgust.


Short again, sorry xx -M