Reviewer: Pussycat123
Date: 07/25/07 7:44
Chapter: London Beckoned Songs About Money

This was so cool!

I really loved this. It was hilarious, Remus and Sirius were spot on - all of Sirius's grumblings and witticisms were fantastically accurate, it was lovely. I especially liked the line Sirius gleefully clomping in payback for all those insults he didn't get to yell, a nice loud "and-so's-your-mother" to the world and also Remus's "It's not fair because I would love to get a job at Flourish and Blotts and Sirius considers his the bane of his existence. You thoughtless b******," Remus added as an afterthought in Sirius's direction. That made me laugh too.

Overall, it was very well done! Hurrah!

Reviewer: oracle_in_rose
Date: 07/19/07 20:40
Chapter: London Beckoned Songs About Money

Very clever wording in here. I like how the insane-miserable thing reappears at the end. Sirius' spirit is evident in your writing style. Good job!

Reviewer: Dory_the_Fishie
Date: 07/18/07 18:58
Chapter: London Beckoned Songs About Money

Well, here I am, properly reviewing this lovely piece of work. I did say I would, and for once I havenít entirely procrastinated. The first thing I have to mention is the title. Being somewhat of a Panic! fan myself, I was intrigued by the title, especially since it is such a perfect one for this fic.

As somebody else already pointed out, this fic does seem to be staring down a rather large plothole, but you know what? It doesnít matter. Even though Sirius inherited a large sum of money from his uncle, and itís likely he never did much of anything, itís still interesting to consider what he would have done for a living. And as it turns out, he still isnít doing much of anything. But I do love the idea of Sirius working in a bookshop, even if it means a waste of his brilliant and expansive talent. But Iím getting ahead of myself.

Itís obvious that you have an understanding of our beloved Marauders from the way youíve written this. Everybody is so wonderfully in-character. Itís a welcome break from the many not-quite-in-character Marauders Iíve seen forÖforever. The conversation between Remus and Sirius in the beginning is lovely, a great beginning to the whole fic. I particularly like the image of Sirius eating breakfast without a shirt on (what? -shifty eyes-). Sirius not wanting a job reminds me a lot of myself, coincidentally. But itís such a tribute to his character that he gets one anyway, since Remus canít. It makes me feel for Remus, really. Oh, and I adored Tomís line, about not paying what Sirius is used to living on. Ha.

The scene with all four Marauders plus Lily is also great. It pulls at my heartstrings, obviously, especially seeing Peter acting soÖso much like a friend. Theyíre joking and everything, and thinking that soon, James and Lily will be dead, Sirius will be in Azkaban, and Peter will be in hidingÖwell, it makes me want to throw a lot than a roll at Peter. I particularly liked Lily in this. She just seems like one of the Marauders, and I love that. I also canít help but sense some Sirius/Lily action going on, but thatís really just wishful thinking on my part. But really, itís adorable to see her teasing him. You can take my place when I get carted off to Azkaban for going mad in a frenzy of boredom and becoming a raving mass murderer. Oh man. Why do you do this to me? Itís a terribly wonderful touch, it is, but youíre killing me here.

At eight o'clock. What an obscene time to have to go places. A-freaking-greed. And naturally, I adore the conversation between Remus and Sirius that follows. Again, your characterization is spot-on. Itís all very awkward in a friendly sort of way, what with Remus thanking Sirius and all. But then Sirius goes and breaks the tension: I am so sick of eating things that come out of a cow. LOL. I totally wasnít expecting that, and apparently Remus wasnít, either. The bit about Remus laughing in a way Sirius only gets when he catches him by surprise Ė awesome. Itís perfect. Everythingís perfect.

Okay, I think I should end this review before I continue to ramble on. But this fic is lovely, as is your writing. I must demand you write more Marauders, or really just more HP fic in general. Because you pwn. End of story.

Reviewer: GreyLady
Date: 07/14/07 22:19
Chapter: London Beckoned Songs About Money

This is excellent! The characterizations are great, and it's funny. I felt like everything tied together nicely in that last line and throughout the story. It's so heartening to see something as well written as this in the Recently Added section. Good work.

Reviewer: I Am Peeves
Date: 07/14/07 20:18
Chapter: London Beckoned Songs About Money

Funny, in a pathetic sort of way . (I mean the characters' situation, not your writing.) But with the money that Sirius supposedly inherited from his Uncle Alphard, he would have never been in this situation.

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