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: A lullaby, Aberforth to Ariana.
Nominated for Best Poem in the 2013 Quicksilver Quill Awards
This is so beautiful, Minna. You always handle structured forms so well and this one is no different. There is something truly lyrical about this poem so I love that you have called it a lullaby because it certainly reads like one. It also reminds me of 'i carry your heart with me' by e.e cummings, which I love. Your poetry gives me so much pleasure, Minna. Never, never stop writing. That is an order.
Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione are on a trip in America. Or are they? It's April Fools' Day, and they might just be the victim of one cosmic prank pulled by a red-headed man and a ghost.For my flist, and for you.
teh's review pretty much sums up my feelings towards this beautiful fic
Author's Response: I am printing that review and framing it.
Summary: How Umbridge sees herself and wants to be seen - a speculation in prose poem form.
Winner of this year's Anniversary Challenge at Poetry, Anyone?
This one has real text.
This is the most pretentious summary I've ever written O.,O
The nose-bleeding smiley should downplay the pretentiousness a little.
I am so sad to see that this has no reviews. I am also ashamed that I haven't been here earlier.
Your prose poems are always a joy to read, Lafonna. A joy to discover. I love the way you create a compelling narrative, along with your beautiful language, style, and rhythm. Each one unfolds as the story unfolds as the words unfold as the characters unfold... you did it with The Absent Guests, and this is reminiscent of that poem while being an entity of its own at the same time. I don't think I am making any sense here. The thing with your prose poems is that they are still very much poems. I think a lot of people struggle with where prose leaves the poetry behind, but you never do.
I love that you chose the Hairy Heart challenge and I love that you chose Umbridge. I love that, while I still despise the woman, you gave me something more to think about.
When you think of Umbridge, you cannot think of Jane: once, a whole.
This is such an apt observation for any character that has fallen from grace, or is despised and seemingly without redemption. It reminds me of the Untold Stories challenge from the Great Hall so many years ago.
Keep on keeping on, Lafonna, because you are as talented as fudge.
Author's Response: UHM. APPARENTLY YAHOOMAIL HAS BEEN SENDING REVIEW NOTIFICATIONS TO MY SPAM FOLDER, DUE TO WHICH I HAVE BEEN DRAGGING THROUGH LIFE WITHOUT THE GLORIOUS KNOWLEDGE OF GREENLEAF REVIEWING MY POEM. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUDGE.
Oh, that's me. Hehehehe. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I am so pleased you liked this, especially as I am nervous of prose poetry :)
Surely the stars should have been shining brighter or the moon look bigger or something. Instead everything looked exactly the same as it had the night before and the night before that.
Arthur faces his worst fear on a perfectly ordinary evening.
I have read this fic so many times now. No matter how many times, though, it never fails to make me feel achingly sad. I just want to lean through my screen and give Arthur a big hug. It is just so touching, without melodrama or insensitivity.
What I also love about this fic is that it’s about characters we rarely see at the forefront of fanfiction, and elderly too! The closest we see to an elderly character in fanfiction is usually Dumbledore, so I just love that it’s about Arthur and Molly, and about something that is sad and momentous, yet at the same time profoundly beautiful. Obviously I have no idea what it is like to live with a spouse for decades and then lose them, but this fic felt so heartfelt and true to their relationship. Saying it’s poignant feels like an understatement.
Arthur is in this sort of aware denial, and I think it’s such a moving image. This fic is really evocative. I felt like I could see and feel everything.
I love this fic even though it makes me want to sit on my bed while a lone tear trickles down my nose.
Summary: Florean is not the name I was born with: my parents called me Alric.
At the close of his life, the man known as Florean Fortescue remembers. There is much to remember from a life spanning ten centuries, but his mind drifts back to the very beginning of that life, and to his time with Merlin - a relationship that changed him irrevocably.
Oh Minna I absolutely love the set up here. I know all we get in the books is that he must have upset the Death Eaters, somehow, to justify his death, but this is such an intriguing premise. I can't wait to see where you take this.
Summary: The twins' last great triumph at Hogwarts in bouncy verse.
I love, love, love the way you aced this form, Minna. You are always so good at using structure to its full advantage so I'm not surprised with how well you did with the challenge. This does exactly what a double dactyl is meant to do: be silly and make people laugh. It perfectly matches the attitude of Fred and George. I particularly love the phrase "meddlesome japes".
I'm going to disagree with Equinox Chickerydooda and say that every line is the best line so there!
Summary: A quick, fun bit of verse in honor of the creators of the Marauder's Map.
Still gobsmacked this has no reviews. I'm here to change that. I love, love, love this. It's so fun! You're always so good at mastering difficult forms, Minna, so I knew when setting the double dactyls that you would come up with something great. These poems are supposed to be silly little snippets, and I think you captured that joviality so well. I think dashing cartographers is brilliant--it still makes me smile.
Author's Response: Thank you, Julia. :) And I'm glad you set the challenge - it was so much fun to do! Silly little snippets are one of my favorite things to write.
Zomg Dimkirk is dedicated to me. I feel so very, very honoured!
Wow this chapter is great. There's something about it that perfectly captures those languid, lazy summer days spent with people you don't necessarily like but will have to do.
But Dimkirk and Cormac lmaoooo.
What an opening! I am so excited!
Author's Response: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Okay, it's not like my expectations weren't already stretching into the heavens but this is truly glorious. I don't know whether to cry with joy or hang my head with self-indulgent envy. You are brilliant. Yes, you may be using the Bard as inspiration, but your skills as a writer are absolutely shining in this fic. It would be too easy to overload this review with more adjectives but I shall refrain myself. Perhaps. (Yeah, that's not going to happen.)
There is something so magical about this chapter. Your prologue was an apt opening to a Shakespeare-inspired fic, but the way this chapter unfolds is just perfect. Perfect, I say! You introduced us so well to the main players, and even the amount of time you allotted each character just felt so right. There are a lot of characters in here, but you spread them out really well, and I'm sure even those who aren't familiar with MAAD will keep up.
I love Daphne already. I admit, I read this out loud, and when I got to Daphne and Astoria's scene I was well and truly cackling away.
Theo's section, though, really struck me. The writing here is exquisite. His lust is completely palpable. It was all just so vivid in my mind and my senses, and I love the way you are crafting his character in particular.
That's the thing about this fic, your characters are already so real. In one chapter you've introduced us to a large cast, and even though they are adaptations in a way, it doesn't feel like you are copying or stamping a new name on to someone who already exists in literature. You've taken their canon histories into account and created something truly amazing.
This review is basically a gush. Apologies, my darling elf.
I am so, so excited to read more.
Author's Response: crap. how do i respond to this? in small letters, obvs!
Summary: Dudley looks, clear-eyed, back on his childhood.
Words cannot express how much I love this poem, but I shall try my best to leave a review. The fact that it's still reviewless makes me very sad.
You really capture not only Dudley, but his entire world, which is so very small of course. I think every line is particularly apt but there are a few that stand out. I love the idea of Dudley's house being bigger than his imagination. It's a great way to describe the inanity of his life, the bubble that he lives in, seeking nothing more than what's put on his plate by Petunia. "Increasing waste, increasing waist" is a great play on words. The funhouse mirrors in Petunia's eyes is also wonderful imagery, and the final line is such a solid way to sum up the entire poem.
The way you structure the poem, using "In my house" at the beginning of the second and third stanza lends a lovely rhythm to the poem, which you always do so well in your free-verse poems. I loved setting this challenge, and your entry was a well-deserved winner.
Summary: Shaking free of one's chains is never easy. Least of all, for Draco Malfoy.Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. (Duh.) Dedication: I wrote this for Carole/Equinox Chick, because I've wanted to write her a birthday fic for three years and failed, because her encouragement has meant more to me than she could possibly know, and because she told me to write more Draco. (What?) She's also Mistress of The Brawl, from whence this fic came.
Wow Lori I think you really captured the hollowness of this moment in time, not only for Draco but the whole Malfoy family. There are so many moments I could quote and mention but then it would just be copy/pasting the entire fic into my little review box. I will mention just this one:
I want to stand straighter, to stare back at them with my father’s square jaw, but I rarely manage it. I know my crimes better than they do, after all.
I think this sums up Draco perfectly after the war. You have characterised him so so so well, Lori. Guh. This whole fic, while quite short, is really rather powerful. It moved me. The way you intertwine mundane moments like Lucius shaving with the terrible vastness of the aftermath of the battle is just so you and just so right.
Author's Response: I don't know what has made Draco so appealing to me lately in terms of his redemption, but the complexity of it draws me. There's a kind of grief there, but I think he has it in him to move on, to be better than he was. Not a great person, really, but a better version of himself, at least. Thanks for the lovely review, Julia. I appreciate it so much.
Summary: Charlie Weasley and Penelope Clearwater were a mismatch made under Romanian skies one starlit night. They'd made no promises, except one: to see if they could make it work.
But what neither of them had counted on were ghosts from the past threatening their future before it had started.
This follow up to Mirrors is for Julia (the opaleye) because not only did she suggest the original pairing, but it is her birthday (well it was, I'm a tad late)
I'm not JK Rowling. She has more money, grace and style.
I really needed this after a rather traumatic television episode. Again, thank you thank you thank you for this fic.
I adore that little scene with Penelope and Tonks at Hogwarts. I know Tonks is a cause for slight angst in this chapter but that was so sweet and lovely and just... Tonks.
I'm pretty sure this will be a darn sight shorter than Palisades, but will hopefully have enogh smut to sustain interest - snigger.
Oh stop it, you. I'm blushing.
I love that nothing is perfect. It feels so real because nothing like shifting your entire life across a continent could ever be so neat or tidy or seamless. I can't wait to see how Penelope and Charlie overcome these obstacles.
Author's Response: Or will they overcome them. I might decide that she runs off with ... Aunt Muriel!
heh heh - sorry, i'm feeling skittish. Thank you for the review. There is some smut (a sprinkling) coming up soon - ha ha.
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.
I did not expect that last line. What are you trying to do to me?!?!?!?!
Who knew we'd ever see a sequel to Mirrors? I am so excited!!!! Thank you thank you thank you. This is such a wonderful and unexpected birthday gift and I cannot wait until the next chapter! (although you are still busy Nano-ing, I know)
It is so great reading about Charlie and Penelope again, and looking forward to a wider glimpse of their lives even though you've already thrown a fly into their soup. Still, I can't wait to see how they fish that fly out of the soup! And if they don't fish the fly from the soup, how they deal with the fly in their soup... I should have thought about using a better idiom.
And I cannot end this review without mentioning the tempestuous Antipodean Opaleye. Heh heh heh. You had me cackling from the very beginning.
After Palisades, this is such a treat. There really isn't anything like a cracking Croll tale.
Author's Response: I've been wanting to write a sequel since I finished this, actually. Mind you, I tend to think that with every story because there's always something else that occurs to me. However, this always felt as if it had more scope for expansion and the scenes I wanted to write just kind of expanded - ha ha. OBVIOUSLY, I had to dedicate it to you because it was your original suggestion. Just sorry I was too nano'd and then busy and hungover to get the first chapter done for your actual birthday.
Mwahahahahaha - yeah that last line left me reeling a bit.
Thank you for the review. I'm pretty sure this will be a darn sight shorter than Palisades, but will hopefully have enogh smut to sustain interest - snigger. Thank youuuu ~Carole~