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I'm not particular interesting, just a british teenager with too much time on her hands.
Great story, great chapter.
I mean no offence but when you say 'like forty degrees outside' I assume you mean farenheit.
The British don't use farenheit.
Neither do the rest of Europe...or Asia either I think.
I don't think anyone in Europe or Asia even understand Farenheit. I know I don't and lived in America (albeit fleetingly)
And 40 celesius is heat stroke weather.
I mean no nastiness; just an observation.
I like this chapter too, I wouln't want Harry and Ginny to be each others one-and-only(s)
That and I like romantic complaications as much as the next girl (I think it's the OC fan in me- I LOVE the OC)
You have the honour of being the first (and so far only) story to be added to my favourites. I was giggling the whole way through way through (which isn't a good idea to do too loudly as my little sister is sleeping in the next room) and it takes a lot to make him laugh; it's that cyncial, sarcastic British sense humour. Contrary to popular belief we are not entirely a country of Benny Hill and Morecambe 'n' Wise lovers; save that for Daily Mail reading, Dianaphiles. It was really funny and I'm glad to know I'm not the only sick person who wonders if Voldemort is still a virgin.
Author's Response: Really? I\'m the first story you added to your favorites? :-D Thanks! I don\'t think it\'s necessarily sick to want to now about Voldy\'s virginity, just mere curiosity is mroe like it, lol. ;-)
I'm too busy rolling on the floor laughing so draw your own conclusions to how I felt about this fic.
Author's Response: Oh my! ^_^ Thanks!
[Final warning: DH spoilers follow.] Three days after the final battle of Hogwarts, Harry must begin the painful task of attending the many funerals of the fallen. The first is perhaps the hardest, and Harry is focused on helping the Weasley family make it through the dayóbut maybe he still has a few things left to learn himself.
Authorís Note: Iíve read many a good story on the death of Fred Weasley, of whom I have always been very fond. Yet I think I needed to write my own version for that extra bit of closure. I hope you all enjoy, and maybe even experience a touch of catharsis yourselves. And as always, please leave a review! They're a huge help, and will all receive responses.
You had to make me cry, didn't you?
And I don't cry.
Haertbreaking but a wonderful tribute to one of the best chracters in the series.
Author's Response: Thank you so much--sorry for the tears, though!
'Professor Flitwick went to go speak with parents of a wizard in Texas, and was shot at three times'
Your not reverting to the stereotypical depictions of a texans and the rest of the south of America I'm hoping?
Just kidding; believe you should hear the things us Europeans say about ALL americans.
And it's not all in jest.
I'm lking where this is going; even if I can't pronounce the title and that quote made me giggle.
Author's Response: Well, this fic is going to be all about laughing at ourselves: Brits and Americans included. And don\'t you worry, the Americans will be getting their\'s in the coming chapters. P.S. Skat=scat, as in go; Hatokha=Hah=the sound people make when they laugh; toe=like we have at the end of our feet; kah=something that begins with \'kah\' Ah, the Seneca: confusing Europeans before it was cool.