Hello! *waves* I'm a poor uni student finding ways to amuse herself when I should be writing up my Physics notes (ugh!). I am also the leader of two groups over on the Beta Boards.
Poetry Anyone? I am the resident Poet Laureate over on the Beta Boards as leader of this fun little group. We have monthly challenges all with a Harry Potter twist. You can also find solid and comprehensive critique for any poems and help for all your archive-based concerns.
Susan Bones Book Club. I am the co-leader of this group along with hestiajones. Each month the SBBC chooses two to three fics from the archives to discuss. We also have monthly drabble activities and an incredibly lively chat thread. We accept new members at all times so if your interested go and take a look. If you have any questions or concerns then don't hesitate to PM me or hestiajones.
Summary: One failed photograph, two halved souls, and the numerous, marvellous machinations of destiny.
This story is a multi-functional product of four days' continuous typing and lack of sleep. It serves an entry for the Inaugural Great Hall Cotillion and a standby Birthday Present for Julia/the opaleye. More importantly, it marks my return to fanfiction after two months' hiatus, because that is kind of inhumanly long.
Thanks to Kara for reading the Prologue and motivating me, and Carole for Chipping-on-the-Wye.
DISCLAIMER: J.K.Rowling, I love you for giving me the HP universe, but you are not me and you definitely did not write this.
And Orinoco Flow just came on the radio and I'm thinking of you and giggling.
Author's Response: Oh dear heeheehee.
Summary: I’m twenty-seven years old, so why can’t I just say no, or plead a headache and stay in my room?
Molly (jnr) was a Weasley with a difference. Not sparkling, not brave, not reckless. She was diligent and loyal, and usually overlooked.
For who notices ducklings when swans are gliding by?
I am not JK Rowling. You all know that. I am Equinox Chick and this is one of my entries for the Great Hall Inaugural Cotillion.
IT WONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!! (joint first with A Splendid Fate by hestiajones - you should all go and read that - it's very fab)Thank you judges for being amazing
Many thanks to Natalie (hestiajones) and Kara (Karaley Dargen) for their help with beta'ing this story.
The line about 'porridge' is a tip someone told me photographers use.
Due to the infuriating prissy glitch infecting the archives, I have downgraded this story's rating to 3rd-5th. However, this is actually a PROFESSORS story, so please do not click if sexual situations are likely to offend.
Oh goodness, Carole, this is brilliant. Molly is so wonderfully written, I felt myself being drawn to her right from the start, as if I've known her for a long time rather than her being merely a character on a computer screen... seriously, I think she's a triumph. You have such a knack for capturing the heart of a character. Even the smaller roles, like Percy and Kingsley, are so well drawn, subtle yet firmly grounded in what we know from canon. Percy posing for the photo, his small frown at the inconvenience of waiting, just stood out to me so much. And the amiability and humility of Kingsley was just so right.
Hebe and Barnabas are suitably horrid although Barnabas definitely transitioned into horrific. That I despised those two before the worst of them was revealed is a true mark of brilliant writing. And then we have Aaron. Another dishy photographer. What am I supposed to do with myself, eh?
As Alex said, I appreciated the way he didn't weaken Molly's own strength after the incident. He empowered her, reassured her of her own self-worth. It was great.
This chapter was truly brilliant and may just give me the courage to read the final chapter of High which I am trying to save. I just don't want it to end. But, you know what, as long as you're still writing fics like this, it shouldn't matter that High has ended because there will always be more amazing Croll!fic to discover and devour.
Author's Response: I wanted it to be important that Molly wasn;t weak and that someone else recognises that. She might not sparkle like her sister, and may have been dragooned into the engagement, but I felt it was important that Aaron recognised and made her recognise that she was strong.
Snigger - dishy photographers seem to be taking over. I don;t know about Natalie, but my inspiration was the fact that he could legitimately watch her and see the changes as she talked to people - (and the pearls which are in the next chapter)
Glad you like Kingsley. I find it hard not to put other characters in - probably because I'm in love with them all *sigh*. My favourite exchange in in the next chapter between Mc G and Sprout - for some reason it makes me giggle when I picture them.
Thank you so much for the review. Means a lot. Oh and :( to High as well, but there'll be spin offs and I'm plotting a sequel with Kara's assistance. ~Carole~
Okay, I should not have read this at work. I'm rather flustered right now. OH MY EFFING GODRIC. I'm honestly not entirely sure how to respond to this. This is going to be a barely coherent review but WOW. That was hot. So hot.
I was cheering on Molly as she stood up to that awful mother of hers and then after... heheheh. Sorry for this crap review but you've left me speechless (and very much in lust with this wonderful Aaron).
Author's Response: I should have put a NSFW warning on it - heh heh heh.
Glad you liked this chapter, Julz, even if you did get 'flustered'. It possibly went a bit to fast from kissing to ... yeah ... but Molly has been waiting for twenty-seven years and Aarons don't come along every day (pun intended). Hmmm, wonder what will happen when the weekend is over. heh heh ~Carole~
Summary: Summary: Christmas 1976. Lily Evans is standing in the shadow of a war that for the first time is affecting her Christmas spirit. A reprieve from the gloom comes in the form of a Muggle boy from her hometown, someone who the war cannot touch and is unaffected by the fear it causes. However, dark times lie ahead, and Lily begins to realise that there are some things she just cannot escape, however hard she tries.
This came joint first in the December Great Hall Challenge! Thank you to the judges!
Also nominated for Best Marauder Story in the QSQs! Thank you!
Oh I wasn't expecting Mark at all but he was a nice surprise and something different. This is an intriguing start, Sarah. I must admit I don't read much Marauder but I have been in a Marauder mood lately and remembered this fic from the banner ;) I'm really interested to see where this goes and Mark seems like such a refreshing character amidst all the gloom of the impending war.
I loved the way Lily was flustered about explaining her school. I've always been interested in the ways Muggle-borns have to tread the line between the Wizarding world and the world they grew up in. I thought you showed this really well.
Anyway, great start, Sarah! Adding this to my favourites :)
Author's Response: I am so terrible at responding to reviews. Sorry it's taken so long. Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you like it! Can't really say much more thank thank you :)
Oh Snape, you idiot. He's just so deluded and lost, I very nearly felt sorry for him, which makes me shudder. I thought you wrote that recruitment scene very well, Sarah, showing Snape's fascination and wonder with Voldemort's cause and then contrasting it with his conflicting feelings for Lily. I don't like Snape at all but he is a complex and interesting character all the same.
Looking forward to the next chapter :)
Author's Response: Once again, thanks so much! I found writing Snape very hard and was worried that the recruitment scene wasn't all that good, but you've reassured me a little.
Summary: James Potter shares a moment with one of his best friends the night before his wedding.
This is Gmariam of Ravenclaw writing for the Great Hall Cotillion Challenge.
Oh Gina. This really took my breath away and I'm still a bit teary. This is just so beautiful and touching and sweet and funny and sad and heartbreaking and lovely and James and Remus. I'm really just speechless here because there is so much in this fic that I absolutely adore. The dynamic between James and Remus is just perfect. There is one particular line that stands out to me so much.
Because the answer you'll give me is different than what you'd tell the others, and I just wanted to know.
I felt myself nodding along to this because that's so Remus. He just seems like a character that you can confide in and trust with your deepest fears and secrets.
Okay, sorry for this flaily review but I really can't muster any sort of coherency right now. I'm in awe.
Author's Response: Julia, a very late thank you for the amazing review! This made my day at the time and rereading it still makes me squee. It's not often I can pull flails out of the flist, so thank youuuuuu! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. It can be a lovely pairing, I think. I might have to try it again. Thank you for reading this, and for the wonderful review! ~Gina :)
Summary: Filius has seen her all his life: the Woman. She has been drifting through time, drawn always towards him, never aging or changing.
She is the one thing he does not question.
Wow Minna. This is just beautifully sad. Apologies for the fangirl review but that's what you're going to get. I've been waiting to see how you manage this and... it's just perfect. The time-crossed lovers, one knowing so much more than the other... or does she really? Rowena is rather lost herself and the last line really sends that home.
I don't think I'm making any sense. Gah. I love this so much.
Author's Response: <33 You made enough sense to make me smile. Yay, glad you like it.
Summary: When he thought it had come at last, what struck Remus about the end of his youth was the abruptness.
DISCLAIMER: I am not J K Rowling.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Author's Response: Thanks for reading and reviewing :) <3
Summary: The fireworks are imprinted on her features with such clarity that she’s all but glimpses of sunlight.
This is hestiajones' bazillionth entry for the GH Cotillion Challenge. To be honest, she's more bewildered than you, and what's more, she's not J.K.Rowling.
Ah this matches the song so well! There was the whole melancholic tone all the way through and I was quite unsure how it would end, in fact I was almost convinced that Alicia wouldn't show. But you sort of flipped the whole fic on it's head at the end and it just worked perfectly. You give them hope.
I also loved the way you fleshed out Susan and Alicia. Susan is so busy living her life, fighting for her passions that she has little time to look at herself and understand her own needs, wants, and limitations. Alicia is the opposite, her life seems more disordered, and I could see the qualities in her that put her in Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Just... so, so well done. I'm in awe.
And the way you used Susan's name as this sort of anchor all the way through, it just made the structure of the fic all the more interesting. It just fit the song so well. Gah.
Thank you so much for writing this. You're a star.
Author's Response: Glad you enjoyed it! :D It started really gloomy originally, but I just couldn't do it. :/ I made sure the melancholy of the song could still be seen in Alicia's dilemma, though. Really happy you thought it fitted. <3333
Summary: Katie Bell was surprised to receive an official note from Harry Potter. Usually he just popped his head around the door when he wanted a chat, but then he tells her he needs her help tracking down a dangerous Dark wizard who is targeting Muggle girls.
She can't possibly refuse, especially not when it's Harry asking her.
Disclaimer: It is pointless me pretending any more. Look, I'm not JK Rowling, and never have been.
This is Equinox Chick of the Mighty House of Badgers, writing for the Inaugural Great Hall Cotillion thingy.
“SCORE!” Roger’s shout echoed through the flat.
OMG. Dyinggggggg right now. Alicia, how can you put up with that? He must be bloody good at... scoring a goal.
Author's Response: snigger - heh heh heh. BTW, in the final chapter, there's a little something especially for you. Thank youuuuuuuuuu, Juliaaaaaaaa. ~Croll~
Oh Harry, you plonker (yes, I do realise it wasn't his fault :P) This is a fabulous start to the fic, Croll. You're always so good at building up a story, including small details that may not seem significant but they really do add to the fullness to the fic and make it such a satisfying read. I loved the little Harry and Ron scene. Contrary to popular belief, I do love the Harry/Ron friendship and little scenes like that, just hanging out together having a bit of fun is just so nice to see. Aw.
I can't wait to see where this goes. You've set up an interesting premise and I'm intrigued with the mystery involved. Who is behind the date rape drug? Why is Harry single? And was Katie wearing a black bra? Hmmmm. So many questions...
Anyway, great first chapter!
Author's Response: Of course she'swearing a black bra because she's a hot, smexy witch, natch.
JULIAAAAA, thank you so much for the review. I did struggle a little with the plotting of this, so I hope it comes off when you read the rest of the story. UGH! and there were some other details that I loved and had to cut because of word count. However, I had to keep Ron in this because he makes me laugh - heh heh.
Thnaks again ~Carole~
Summary: A short poem about a love that did not ring true.
Gina, this is amazing! I love the rhyme scheme you used and the actual premise is wonderful, too. I love the idea of her needlework coming to life... but not really having any life at all. Guh.
What a gem!
Author's Response: Thanks so much, Julia! I'm glad you liked it. I think I wrote this about the same time I wrote another poem with the same rhyme scheme, Sure on This Shining Night. I think. It was a while ago, lol! Thanks so much for reading it. Not sure how much of a gem it is but it was fun and I'm glad I finally shared it here! ~Gina :)
A photograph and a slew of memories were all that remained of Remus Lupin's schoolboy romance with Marlene McKinnon. But she was gone, and he gagged on all the things he never said.
This story is dedicated to the gorgeous and always-inspiring Equinox Chick/Carole/Croll of the Dungeon. May your minions never stray in their worship of you. It was inspired by a rather gorgeous song by The Cure, called Pictures of You.
This story has been nominated for a 2012 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Marauder Era.
Oh Jess this is so beautiful! The present tense works so well with your style. It's amazing. The flow, the language, the characterisation, it's all gorgeous. You really caught the tragic atmosphere.
I especially loved this part.
And wars don’t stop to grieve for the people they take.
Remus only wishes that it didn’t feel like the sky was falling in on him.
Guh. It's so poignant and lovely and sad and just brilliant. Sorry for this incoherent review but I can only gush.
I was not really expecting to see you up in here, considering how much Marauder Era stuff you read on purpose (which is about the same amount as I do, lol). I'm so glad you like it, because I feel like I was far too mean to Remus. But in my head, I don't think he would be as guarded about being with Tonks unless he felt like his affections could be dangerous, that perhaps he could be using his lycanthropy as an excuse not to get his heart broken like this again.
Present tense isn't a friend of mine, but when we meet, I think we can have a party. It's...tricky to keep from being repetitive, as you'll already know, since you've already got a black belt in present tense-onomics. But overall, I just wanted to capture the amount of pain that still festered for these days that had passed, having been dragged back into the open by the funeral. Hopefully that worked out.
Thank you so much for the visit and the review, as well as the glee-inducing nice words. :D
Summary: Viktor is thankful for uniforms; they make it difficult for him to identify individuals while flying at breakneck speed. But right now, he has to shake her hand. He dreads it, and hates himself for dreading it, so he doesn’t look into her eyes when their skin comes into contact, or when her fingers grip his a little more tightly than necessary.
This is hestiajones' seventh entry for the GH Cotillion Challenge. Thank you, Croll, for your support and ideas and jokes! I am not J.K. Rowling.
How have I not read this?
Oh just go and break my heart, why don't you?!
This is so sad but it goes to show how well you built up the characters and their relationships in just two chapters, really, because otherwise I wouldn't be feeling so heartbroken :'( They had such good chemistry. Obviously from the Prologue I knew something was going to happen but it was still so sad. *sobs*
I hope Viktor is going to be okay :S
Don’t curse the river with your cowardice. I love this!
Oh I am so glad for this ending. I love that you don't name the woman, and that she is so vivid despite not knowing who she is. You're brilliant.
Okay, really, thank Merlin this was featured otherwise I might not have never read it.
Author's Response: <3
Summary: Cormac McLaggen, a sports journalist for The Daily Prophet is looking for a scoop to make his name.
Zacharias Smith, Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons is looking for acceptance and respect.
Will a game of 'Truth or Dare' get both of them what they want? Or will this collision of two colossal egos leave both licking their wounds?
This is Equinox Chick writing for The Inaugural Great Hall Cotillion Challenge.
This story is dedicated to Ariana (lucca4) because she dared me.
Thanks to Natalie (hestiajones) for betaing this story and also to ma flist for encouraging the impossible.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I hope she doesn't mind what I've done to two of her 'most-loved' characters.
Completely and utterly overjoyed that this won the award for the Best SSP One-shot in the 2012 QSQ's. I suspect my pairing will grab the glory, which is as it should be ;)
How... how did you... how did you do that? Carole, I am speechless. This is brilliant! I've no idea how you managed to take two fairly repulsive characters and redeem them but you did it. Yes, I'm getting around to making that banner you requested months ago and realised I hadn't read this yet. And I am SO glad I now have because this was such a compelling, funny, sweet (oh my did I just describe a fic about Cormac and Zacharias Snit 'sweet'???) and touching read.
I feel like you really caught both characters so well. Cormac as the journalist whose success is merely the result of nepotism recalled his days in the Slug Club nicely, his arrogance, his need to be on top, his regret at missing the battle... it was just fabulous characterisation all round. And Zach... a very different Zach to a certain QWC fic... He was different and yet still very recognisable. You kept his arrogance, but you also brought out many layers which felt so right. His regret, and his resentment at the world for still holding something he did (as a child, really, let's be honest) against him.
Basically you had me gaping at the screen by the time I reached the bottom of the page. This is such a wonderfully structured and characterised fic. I loved the ending.
Keep on being brilliant, Carole.
Author's Response: Thank youuuuuu. Like Cormac, I can't resist a dare so when Ariana suggested it, then Nat double-dared, who was I to refuse? Actually, it was hard not to think of it as a crack fic until I watched something on TV about a man feeling guilty for sleeping through 9/11 and thought that could apply to Cormac, plus we all know about Smith - heh heh.
Not much else to say except thank you,again. I really did enjoy writing this fic - there's something about horrible characters that gives you far more scope for fun - ha! ~Croll~
Summary: In 1993, Bill Weasley is working on a tomb in Egypt with a team of Magiarchaeologists and Curse-Breakers. It is a job like any other ... or so it seems, until members of the expedition start dying, and Bill has to race against time to figure out what exactly it is that they awakened in the tomb of Mentuhotep, and how it can be stopped before it reaches him.
The following are characters from JKR’s creations: Bill Weasley, Ragnok, Agatha Chubb (QttA), and the last names of Deverill and Pilliwickle. I don’t own them and never will!
I owe a large debt to Hannah (coolh5000), Carole (EquinoxChick), and Natalie (hestiajones) for their constant encouragement and help at various stages of this story.
Fair Warning: Some of the reviews (naturally) contain spoilers, especially those towards the end. So if you want to be safe, don't read those before you read the story.
This story just WON a 2012 QSQ Award in the General category, as best chaptered story. THANK YOU!!!
OH MY! I knew what the dripping was going to be! But arghhhh that was really intense, Kara. You wrote this chapter so well, keeping up the tension, and even though you didn't go into a large description of what Bill saw, the imagery was vivid in my mind and made me squeamish. And so I guess my feeling that something would happen to her wasn't just nothing... okay, I have a new suspect now.
Author's Response: JULIAAAAAAA dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams! (This always pops into my head whenever I read your name - glad I finally got it out)
Ah thank you thank you thank you. This was actually one of the first parts that I wrote when I knew what the story was going to be about. I actually did this in a very boring class at uni, and got myself all worked up because I tried getting myself into this panicky mood and sort of succeeded, so it must have been a strange sight for everyone else in that class...
Yeah, sadly, it wasn't her. I would have loved to reveal her as the unhinged psychopath that she definitely had in her, with a great big scene of screaming in the end, but it was not to be...
Oh wow another tense and wonderfully disconcerting chapter. This reminded me a little of Lilly Kane appearing to D and V. I'm trying to work out what clues can be gleaned from his dreams now... or are they just dreams? Gahhhh I need to know more now.
Keep on being fab, Kara.
Author's Response: Ooh yes, Lilly might have influenced me a bit subconsciously... I did feel sorry for Bill while writing it, because he could use a good night's sleep so badly...
As always, thank you so so much for the review! I'm always ecstatic about every one of them :D
Oh my goodness this is getting intense. There are so many thoughts running around my mind right now! Is Deverill really suspicious? Or is he just odd and Natasha is trying to throw suspicion onto someone else... Who really triggered the tomb collapse? What is Ragnok going to tell Bill? And why is Marcus such a shifty bugger? Guhhhhh you are so good at this mystery stuff, Kara. The pacing is brilliant, the intrigue great. I can't wait to see how this starts to unravel.
Author's Response: All I've been able to think for the past days is... I REALLY hope the next chapter holds up! ... yikes.
But for now, I'm really really really glad that it's making you curious and that you're wondering about who might have done/be doing what. That's always the part I love most about reading a mystery myself, so it's brilliant to hear that my story can somewhat produce that effect as well!
Thank you so much for the review and the compliments. I'm feeling very glowy and stuff inside.