"Dead of rabbiting on" I love it.
Author's Response: Thanks! Of course, since he's a Black, it would have to be a really ornate tombstone with a bunch of marble bunnies.
Oi, I forgot to write in 'Joda' speach. O_O
Author's Response: *snort*
Jumping in again to say that he is utterly impressed to see this so-long bouncing bunny actually be written. Again you seem to find the most original ideas and turn them into gems with dry, witty storytelling. I also need to say that your opening sentences are still reverberating in my mind in the same manner as Vivaldi's 'Spring'. And you probably know I absolutely love that song.
Thank you for a highly well-crafted story, VV.
Author's Response: *chuckle* The easiest way to be original is to stand on the shoulders of different giants and not fear being weird. Thanks for reviewing, and in such a flattering manner! These were, in a way, your rabbits, of course, so I'm glad you didn't mind the work I gave them.
That's funny! Bunny attack. RRARR! They're all out to get you!
Author's Response: Oh, aren't they just??? Thanks for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
LMAO!! How great is this story? hehe!
Author's Response: Thanks!
Heh. I'm no Sirius fan but I loved this fic. It's very funny and it's nice to see some of my least favorite characters so humanized.
Author's Response: Thanks for the review and nice comments! Some of your least favourite characters, eh? I guess non-Sirius-fans would probably be happier with this story than many.
This is a humorous (in my opinion) story. Nice work on a job-well-done
Author's Response: Thank you! Sirius is a good one for getting into trouble, no?
I really enjoy your work
Author's Response: Thanks!
ROTFLMAO. Oh. This is good. This is very good. Much better than the 'Sirius Black, age 36, cause of death: curtain' Hee. Although I have to say that up until that last paragraph I had the feeling that he was younger than sixteen. A sixteen year old Sirius ought to know that the opposite of Vanishing is Conjuring, no?
Author's Response: Well, you don't get to do Conjuring 'til sixth year, so although it may be in his head somewhere he's not remembering it now. Besides, it was funny that way. Glad you enjoyed it, dearie!
LOL at myself - it took me a minute or two to figure out why he was worrying about more bunnies in a month...
As usual, the quality of your prose is almost alarming. I have no idea how hard you have to work to get it to flow that way, or if it just comes naturally to you, but I always enjoy it. (I have deep suspicions about the parrallel construction or lack thereof in that sentence, but I will keep them almost to myself...)
The most startling thing to me about this story to me was the almost human quality to Bella. She is so far gone by time we see her in canon, even at her youngest, that it is difficult to imagine that she was ever just revolting, as opposed to revoltingly violent and insane.
I AM enjoying trying to picture the look on Sirius's face at an owl actually arriving at his uncle's farm for him... except that it is actually painful to think of him hoping it's a letter from Lily, and then discovering it's a letter from Sirius.
On the other hand, AU wise, what if Sirius HAD been that bored, and somehow they HAD struck up a correspondence... that would definately be worth reading...
Author's Response: Another bunny? *whimper*
In answer to the half-question, after a few years of slaving away at grammar, punctuation, rhythm, imagery, dialogue, rhyme, and allusion, it now comes spontaneously. Sort of like playing scales. Bella's almost-humanity surprises me a little, though, as I wasn't really aiming for her to have or not have any. She is, as you say, revolting all the same, but hasn't had her years of Azkaban yet. Thanks for the review!
Haha. That was great! Seems like something a Black would do. The Hat, I mean. Anyway, a wonderful laugh. Kudos!
Author's Response: Thanks for reviewing, and so quickly, too! This bunny had been lolloping around in my head for a while (along with all the other bunnies -- this is very much a description of my brain these days) and suddenly made itself into a story.