keep writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel like I've been through the six/seven school years reading this story. Nobody has ever done that to me before. Well, not with these characters anyway. I'm not aww-ing or glad or even happy because of what happens, how the story unfolds or the people in it. I'm just struck dumb by how real, how absolutely raw this was. I could harp! about how notrocious I believe Sirius was at school all day. But I have never read him so brilliantly written.

I loved this and if I'm not coherent about it, well, that's just plainly your fault. It's amazing how you kept on describing him from her eyes for the great length of this story and yet every other line you were drawing conclusions about a new aspect of him that eventually made him who he was at the end of all this. I felt like I was going through the years. Is it possible for someone to grow up and still not grow up. I'm just trying to work out the impossible whirlwind of thoughts in my mind right now.

Gotto stop now, though, before my speechlessness drives out good bunnies from your mind. Please do write. I'm adding you to a fav! I enjoyed every word of this!

-Akay-

Edit: Bugger it, I'll put this together in one shot rather than dropping little notes all over your page.

P.S: I'm sorry I had to go look for more of your stuff, lo and behold, I have - after very little effort - found 'Dreams of Naughtiness'.

P.P.S: It's five in the morning. And I have finished reading the other two parts of this tale. Two words for you. Um, make it three: You're really good.

Ta!