Body of Work
There’s something for everyone, unless you like reading Snape romances, which I don’t write. Or Voldemort’s children. Or Snape’s children. You will, however, find two Snape/Lily and one Voldemort/Minerva poems. Other than these, I’ve written:
Alternate Universe: Going against Salazar’s Grain, Winner of 2011 QSQ for Best AU.
Dark/Angst: To Follow the Dark Lord, For I Am a Mother, Killing Meda’s Daughter, Him Alice and Me, Carousel, The Receding, Becoming Rita, On No One’s Side and Lacuna Mentis, Winner of 2011 QSQ for Best D/A.
Draco/Astoria: Because You Came, Winner of 2011 QSQ Best Canon Romance.
Femmeslash: Cut, Bleed, Susan, Hands That Fit, Desire And a Half.
Humour: I Like a Healthy Breeze Round My Privates, Bit of a Nasty Shock. Mmm. These are exactly about what you’re thinking.
Harry/Hermione: Over a Mug of Tea, Harmony. I have delusional friends whom I love.
Historical: Waiting, An Act of Love
James/Lily: Ain’t Love the Sweetest Thing, Always Come Back to You
Maleslash: In the Back of the Shack, At the End of It, Anchored, Something Strange
Marauder Era: A Tale of Six Perspectives, Wish You Were Here, Common Cold Won’t Keep Me Down, Always … But Not Who You Think
Non-pairing: Sunday Lunch with the Malfoys
Scorpius/Rose: Breaking Rules, Of Weasleys And Malfoys
Scorpius/Hugo: In the Back of the Shack, At the End of It, Anchored
Dominique/OC: Cut, Bleed
Post-Hogwarts: Seamus’ Break with a Banshee, Mirrors, A Splendid Fate, and The Substitute, Winner of 2011 Best Non-Canon Romance
Ted/Andromeda: Eternal Flight, Five Christmases, Soul Sister
Ron/Mary Cattermole: The Substitute
James/Severus: Always … But Not Who You Think
Rita Skeeter: Becoming Rita
Merope Gaunt: The Receding
Florean Fortescue: Florean Fortescue - An Unsung Hero
Albus Dumbledore: Going against Salazar’s Grain
Bill Weasley: Never too Late
Andrew Carlton, OC: Being Muggle with Rooney
Tom Riddle: Commencement
Mrs Zabini: Rendezvous with Mrs Zabini, Desire And a Half
Pansy Parkinson: Carousel
Molly Weasley: Knowing Who She Was, The Solitary Prewett
Snape/Lily: The Silver Doe, In Winter in My Head
Draco/Harry: Dreams Made of Green
Remus/Tonks: it might not be, but still
Hogwarts: The Battle of Hogwarts, May 2nd and The Clarion Call, Winner of 2010 QSQ Best Poetry
Lily Potter: The Gathering Storm and the Crib
Harry/Ginny: A Night of Love
Harry Potter: Memories Are Not Enough
Draco Malfoy: I Am Shame
Regulus Black: My Black Brother
Bellatrix and Narcissa: The Black Sisters
Bloody Baron/Grey Lady: Murder for Love
Hestia Jones (oh): Drive Your Car On
Draco/Hermione: The Other Woman
A Marriage Made at Hogwarts: I’m afraid I won’t be continuing this. :/ I had completed it ages ago, but I lost the draft twice and I don’t have the heart or the motivation to finish it. Or delete it.
Before I Forget: A Maleslash featuring Regulus/Rabastan. I will definitely complete it next year.
One Day in the Life of: A Next-Gen fic featuring all the - well - Next-Gen kids. This too will be finished in the coming year.
As of now, I’m severely blocked. D: However, I am working on the following projects and both will be posted before 31st January of next year:
Songs, Lovers and Everything in Between: A string of post-Hogwarts romances featuring rarepairs.
Bill Weasley and the Temple of Lsulaph: An Alternate Universe as well as Parallel Universe crack!fic-cum-adventure featuring the most dashing Weasley to grace your consciousness along with twelve daredevil and powerful sisters. Together, they must defeat the evil sorcerer/non-Egyptian pharaoh Lsulaph, who has taken over the Incaff sisters’ kingdom.
UPDATE: If you're looking for Fireworks Inside, here's a link: http://clickysmut.livejournal.com/2930.html
That’s pretty much it. Hope you enjoy the stay!
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!!!
WHOAAAA! So many things happening!
Okay, Chubbs gets more suspicious with each word written about her, and Papadoulopos seems like one of those "as long as you're bringing the gold in, I'll be laughing" characters. It's, of course, too early to make any concrete judgments.
Right now, I can't help but feel that something bad is going to happen to Marcus D:
But before that, some sexin', eh?
Author's Response: Eeeeeek.... Yeah, you've got Papadopoulus about right. He's cool with everyone as long as all the gold is there in the end.
The smut has got me all hot and bothered, but OMP! Mahon's dead!
I don't want Natasha to be evil.
BUT I don't want to suspect Althea either because that is so obvious :/
Author's Response: EEEK reaching territory of stuff you haven't read yet now! AAAAH... Well how COULD Natasha have done anything while she was doing the nasty with Bill...
I need to reprocess my thoughts.
Is Natasha involved?
What's the connection between Althea and Deverill?
Is the attack on Pilliwickle staged? If so, why?
Is Marcus genuinely paranoid or is this an act?
Author's Response: Answers shall follow! Love you for doing this love love
Well, Chubbs was a red herring. :O
This was such a spine-chilling chapter, though! I mean, the suspense was so bloody thick. Ha. Pun.
Okay, Marcus. What if this is set up to look like a curse? Did he really see a shadow pass near the sarcophagus?
CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT!
Author's Response: I wrote this at uni and got myself into quite the panic while writing... This is also the first part I wrote of this story. I'm really pleased that it seems to create some semblance of suspense, because I was so desperately going for that. Thank you :-*
First chapter in. It's as good as the first time I read it. :D I love the sense of adventure that has already set in. Who's Chubbs and what's her real goal? Is Natasha good or evil? Must read on to find out more!
Author's Response: OMP it has begun :x can't wait for more reviews /greedygreedo. Love love love you. Thanks for taking the tiiiiiime!
Wouldn't it be glorious if Stadwell was behind this? Haha!
Okay, motive. Motive. Motive.
I keep thinking Marcus because he's the only one with obvious benefits. What if this curse thing he's working up is a ruse? What if the people really believed the curse is there and abandons the tomb? All that gold!
(Oh, I really don't know how it works, though. If there's a curse on the treasure, are they abandoned? Or do the goblins take them anyway?)
Am I focussing only on the gold as a motive?
Are Deverill and Natasha together?
Author's Response: If there's a curse, it has to be broken. If it can't be broken, I'm thinking it might be taken to a sort of research facility with specialists. Someone like Bill wouldn't leave a curse lying around for anyone to stumble across, and the goblins wouldn't leave the gold lying around.
How does Marcus benefit though?
Interesting character. Very interesting.
Now, why the hell don't wizards check for fingerprint? >.>
I want to know what Pilliwickle ha to say.
Author's Response: You know the thing about fingerprints is... As soon as they became very popular as a method, mystery writers found a way around them. So in Agatha Christie's books, Poirot always waved the idea of checking for them off, arguing that any criminal with an ounce of cleverness would have worn gloves. I doubt wizards ever checked for fingerprints in the first place, since there's a lot you can do with a well aimed Wingardium Leviosaaaaa, if Ron can whack the troll on the head in his first year. Thank youuuuu for the review!
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DEVERILL AND PILLIWICKLE ARE IN IT TOGETHER! ALTHEA FOUND OUT WHAT DEVERILL WAS DOING AND SO SHE WAS MURDERED!
Though, what did Mahon have to do with it? Did he see something? Or was it part of the curse ruse?
What does Marcus have to do with this???
Author's Response: eeeeek. Deverill and Pilliwickle... That would have been an interesting combo. WHAT exactly would they have been in though? hahaha. Glad I could lead you on for a brief while...
What a fabulous mystery! You have definitely had me on a leash ha ha ha. I should have picked up something when I read the convo with Pilliwickle in the last chapter. But I'm happy I was wrong about most things :D
Now, I need to know what the secret is and pester you to write the next one!
Author's Response: Thank youuuu for all the reviews. You know what the secret is now.... But it'll be a while before the next Bill story, sadly. Thanks again, and mucho love!
Summary: Dean Thomas slaves hard in the Department of Magical Sports and Games (or rather he doodles on his blotter and ignores his ever expanding in tray). But the work is deathly dull, until one day his boss hands him a pair of tickets for the Appleby Arrows V Holyhead Harpies game.
He's delighted to be going until he realises that Ginny Weasley will be flying.
For although she's now single, Dean isn't sure they can ever go back.
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. For one thing I've disregarded her epilogue - ooopsie
Thank you, thank you, to mah flist, especially Kara who has listened to me moan, Natalie who urged me to write Dean!Smut, Alex for commiserating with spiralling word counts, Emmah for 'langered' and Jess for cheerleading.
This is that annoying Equinox person writing her eighth story for the GH Cotillion thingie. *wibble*
To my utter delight and complete surprise, this story won Best Chaptered Story in the 2012 QSQ's ~ Non-Canon Romance.
There’s just something about Harry and Ginny that fails to grab me like other canon characters. I never cared for shipping until I entered fandom and laughed at Harmony and Sevlily, but I was never invested in Harry/Ginny either. I mean, I love Harry to bits, and while I’m not too fond of Ginny I don’t dislike her, but Rowling failed with them. :/
That said, I didn’t care for Harry/Other and Ginny/Other either. Haha. So by default, I shipped Harry/Ginny.
(This info matters!!!!!)
But I trust you. I trust you more than this cellotape which assures me that it won’t let the carton rip. I trust you more than the sunrise I haven’t seen in seven years. I trust you more than the tasty-ability of the pork stew a flatmate made for tonight. :3
So I trusted you to convince me of Dean/Ginny, and my trust hasn’t been kicked in the shin.
The most spectacular part of the whole thing is that you kept them so much in character. Usually, people give shitty reasons for Harry and Ginny breaking up, or they write it sloppily, but this fic felt like such a natural progression from the books. Oh gods, I am sorry, James, Albus and Lily: I am wishing your parents never married.
The courtship was an utter joy to read, I love love love Dean’s job, and wow! I really liked Ginny in this. Seriously a very good fic with wonderful characterisation, a captivating plot, and lovely minor characters.
Okay I will stop. I don’t want your head to inflate.
Author's Response: I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!!! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, hestiajones PERSON.
Your think that by saying this is a viable ship, you'll get rid of Harry/Ginny and their kids leaving only
SCORPIUS AND HUGO!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, lovely, for the great review. I am pleased you like the story and the pairing. I think I have the same problem as you with Harry and Ginny. Whilst I knew they would end up together, there was always this part of the books that makes me think they didn't have enough time together. When I looked at the timeline of their relationship (from the Quidditch match to Dumbledore's death) it was a few weeks - that's all. And he was in detention a lot - hah hahahahahah.
So ... thank you thank you thank you for liking the story and reviewing so fabulously.
I'm giggling at 'cellotape' because I always thought it was 'sellotape'. Although Urban Dictionary informs me they're one and the same, I had this picture of you in my head astride a cello that had been taped together.
Gone rather mad ... hehehehehhehehe . ♥~CON~ ♥
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince
As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.*
The students at Hogwarts have left for their Christmas holidays, but in the castle, a celebration of a betrothal is taking place. However, one woman watches the couple, waiting for midnight.
*Taken from the poem Cinderella by Sylvia Plath.
This is babewithbrains of Ravenclaw writing for the Great Hall Cotillion challenge.ZOMG. This story has been nominated for a 2012 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Same-Sex Pairing. Thank you!
Ohhhh! D: Why are you so mean to Helga, you Ravenclaw? I swear this is a conspiracy! No matter, I am going to write ELEVEN ENTRIES in this challenge so that I can outscore you eagles.
Hehe! Kidding. Well, no, actually I am not kidding but I know you're laughing :D
Okay, on to the serious stuff.
This was a short but really effective tale. I don't think it needed to be longer, because reflective pieces work better in compact form. And you've used the words really, really well. Helga's bitterness chewed them up basically, and I was miffed at Rowena the whole time.
Also, can I just say the roles fit the characters? Helga is the one betrayed; she is also the loyal one. Rowena seems to think that love and sexual attraction is something, and a logical match with a good man, another.
What I liked most, however, was the wonderful ending! It was so sad and yet so hot ha ha. That is a bizarre combo. D: But come on, how can I deny the hotness here:
You can't stop yourself from kissing her back, from tasting that hot, sweet need on her tongue, from easing her robes off her, from showering her face and body, her hair and her lips with kisses and kisses and more kisses.
Well done, Soraya! :D I loved it very much!
Author's Response: Well, no, actually I am not kidding but I know you're laughing :D
You're right, Natalie. I was just laughing out loud :D
Thank youuuuu so much for the lovely review. Normally, I'm not a big fan of short fics, but I honestly didn't feel like I could write much more :-/ Also, the fact that this was written for my English coursework (the creative writing bit) and started off as 700 words did kind of make it difficult to add too much. So I'm really glad you think the shortness worked.
Rowena is, of course, the founder of my house, and I therefore respect her lotsly. I suppose if you look at it from her point of view, she felt the need to get married and have kids, be the normal, conventional thing, if only because she had an extraordinary amount of intelligence, so the one normal thing she could cling to is marriage, really.
I'm so pleased you liked the ending :D And you thought it was hot? Coming from such a hot person, I take that as a very high compliment.
The only joy Amycus Carrow can seem to find is in breaking people.
I am Padfoot11333 of Hufflepuff, I fully realise this is under the minimum word length, and this is my fourth entry for the Great Hall Cotillion.
:o :o :o
First of all, I need brain bleach! Umbridge? Carrow? D: But this was so chilling. EEK. The only crit I can offer is that I found it too short; I wanted to read more from Umrbridge's side of things. But I do understand the time constraints you were working under.
Well, I enjoyed it in a horrified sort of way lol. Good luck for the challenge! :D
Thank ya, Nat, for saving me from the realms of obscurity. On to crit...the only thing I can say is that I didn't WANT to know Umbridge's side of things. Eek.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's probably the creepiest thing I'v ever written though x)
Summary: Why does Arthur Weasley so hate Lucius Malfoy?
Does Narcissa Malfoy actually envy her older sister?
Because following your heart is all well and good in stories, but in real life, happily ever after doesn't always work.
And you never forget.
This is Eleanor Lupin writing for the Great Hall Cotillion!
Hello! :) Now that the GH Cotillion is over, I had to stop writing and read this. :D This is a sweet fic, and the pairing is so out of the blue lol. I do wonder why you didn't include Molly at all.I always had the impression that she and Arthur had been together from school and married quickly lol. YAY for intriguing pairings, and good luck for the challenge!
Author's Response: I mentioned her in the first part - he broke up with her temporarily in my head-canon. Thank you so much for the review! I sincerely *hope* it does well with the challenge. :D
Summary: Mafalda Hopkirk is only too pleased when her transfer to the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department come through. For one thing it means she won't have to work with the bumbling Cornelius Fudge anymore.
And for another, there's a new and rather shy clerk working alongside her.
Confiding in her diary, she tells her tale of passion and primroses.
Disclaimer: I have no idea who I am, but I'm certainly not JK Rowling.
Another entry for the Inaugral Great Hall Cotillion. Thank you Jess and Viv for such an amazing competition. Let's leave it a while for the next one, eh?
When I first saw your claim, I was excited! I didn’t know what I was expecting, but this would have beaten any expectation I had. How you wrote it is simply the only way this could have escaped as bitterly and hilariously romantic without affecting canon. I usually despise stories written as diary entries, but I had an obscene amount of fun reading this. Poor Malafda, I never really liked her. Or her brother. Loved both Arthur and Molly, though! They were so aptly written.
Hahaha! Fudge in his country cottage. I see a naughty fic there. I giggled every time Malafda called him a gasbag.
You mad woman! I don’t even know how you came up with such brilliant stories. Well done!
Author's Response: Now this is a review I can respond to - lololololololololol
Thank you very much.
Here's the deal. Once upon a time Croll wrote a drabble for a TTB comp and for some reason it was Mafalda having an unrequited crush on Arthur. Fast forward (with a time turner) three and a half years, and Croll wrote a diary entry which she thought was the quickest way to write a fic so she could claim something else ... Then a reviewer came along - we shall call her HJ - and left a review mentioning Malfalda's brother and hahahahahahah Gerald - Merkin, Croll still hate him. *growwwls*
The Hat That Thinks It is a Chair (but is really a reindeer) by Equinox Chick
Rated: 3rd-5th Years [Reviews - 7]
Summary: In April 2011, Justin Finch-Fletchley is attending a very important event in the Muggle social calender. Usually he loathes the formality of these occasions, but now he has someone to share them with, he starts to relax and have fun.
Ten months ago, a plucky band of flisters from all over the world logged onto AIM to watch and discuss a certain event. This story is dedicated to all of you. ♥ forever.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and I don't expect any garden party invitations in the near future. A spell in the Tower might well be in order.
This is Equinox Chick and this is positively my last entry into the Inaugural Great Hall Challenge. So long and thanks for all the flist!
This story has Depth.
Now, let me tell you about Depth.
Once upon a time, there was a king called Fic who had a wife called Genius. Genius gave birth to twins: Depth and Undepth. Undepth ran rampant throughout the kingdom, hobnobbing with booby traps and jugglers (if you know what I mean). Depth was more reserved. Actually, Depth was a bit of a self-satisfied asshole and very elusive, but once Depth liked you, you were set.
Maybe, Depth likes you. I could see hir (for Depth is neither "him" nor "her" but a happy combo) in the way Justin's hesitation had taken its toll on Theo's life. Depth was also kissing the two of them when Theo cleaned up well for love and Justin decided to say "IDGAF" to the world.
Lastly, Depth was spotted sipping a Diet Coke and munching on baked potato chips, as a hat that thought it was a chair (but was really a reindeer) was exposed for the kind of stupid stunt it was.
Author's Response: Depth came calling, one rainy day
He said, 'Hey, Biyotch, don't turn away.'
I looked him in the eye. I called his bluff
Cause depth for me, aint nearly enough.
I shall write more about Depth and Undepth another day
Cho Chang is contently married to the Muggle man of her dreams (or so she tells herself). The Wizarding World and all the pain it brought is far behind her -- at least, that is what she believes until she bumps into an old classmate.
Pansy Parkinson weaves her way through bars and men (in that order) and tries to forget which side she was on. She needs help, but she isn’t sure how.
Perhaps, it takes recognising sorrow to move on to bliss.
This story is for the GH Cotillion Challenge. Thank you, Jess and Viv, for setting such an ingenious challenge!
Third Place winner, along with Paris by welshdevondragon..
Nominated for a 2012 Quicksilver Quill Award - Best Same Sex Pairing.
Often, a story just leaves us exhausted, in spite of our biggest, most earnest efforts. I think the disappointment you underwent while writing this fic is the same I had to deal with while trying to continue my Krum/Gabrielle. Words feel too heavy to type, even if the story is too clear in the head.
However, sometimes, it so happens that we aren’t the best judge of our own writing, and your experience with this fic is a prime example of that. I’m not sure what you were going for, but this finished product we have is quite compelling. Pansy sounds painfully like Pansy - unlikeable, self-absorbed, cruel and blunt. Cho is harder to nail down, but she has always been. What I do love is how you’ve caught her insecurities. Her dependency on men and romance, for example. But by the end, both of them have changed. Cho has chosen to free herself, and Pansy has relented.
You always write beautifully, and trust me, this fic was no exception! It wasn’t a typical romance, no, yet it wasn’t devoid of romance either. What lends it beauty is the uncomfortable realism of the two women’s struggle.
Nicely done, my beautiful mistress! And good luck! : ) This is an amazing entry, padfootically.
Author's Response: That is EXACTLY how it felt to write this story. I had the idea for so long that it felt stale and unoriginally cliche, and I couldn't motivate myself to actually write it.I am so especially happy you liked the characterization, since the main reason I almost didn't post this was that I thought Cho was OOC. She's changed from the battle- but she still has the same insecurities like you pointed out :). Thank you so very much for this review, my inspiring mistress. It can be your birthday fic, if you want (but it is impossible to write something good enough to give to you), and I have another idea planned (because I'm so heinously late with your present) so you can choose between them if you want. Anyway your review made me smile, padfootically. xx Ariana
Summary: Romilda Vane was working on the biggest writing assignment of her life, yet her imagination and eloquence, which had held her in good stead for most of her career, suddenly decided to abandon her. However, when she looked for inspiration in the bottom of a pint, she found that it was sitting on the stool next to her.
For someone who didn't believe in muses, she had certainly encountered evidence to the contrary in Oliver Wood.
This is a belated (hey, it's one day...not too delinquent) birthday gift for the fabulous Carole/Equinox Chick, who has served as a lighthouse for me during some tremulous times and has always been a capital friend. I honestly couldn't imagine a day without seeing her name somewhere. This is for you, dear.
This story has been nominated for two 2012 Quicksilver Quill Awards: Best Post-Hogwarts Story and Best Non-Canon Romance.
I expect you’re tired to hear me say this, but exactly how do you write with such clarity? Descriptive prose that flows so well, even with so much detail, is actually a difficult thing to do. Yet, in every single fic that I’ve read by you, it has read effortlessly. In this fic, for example, I love the way you wrote her struggling with writer’s block:
Ink idly dripped onto the parchment, but it went largely unheeded. At least there was something on the page other than flickering candlelight and a vast expanse of eggshell-coloured nothingness. It was probably best that the Dictaquill had given out a few weeks back and was too expensive to replace, since it probably would’ve curled up and died from the lack of activity.
The part about the peanuts:
About halfway through that round, she felt rather than saw someone sit down next to her. With a sigh, she nudged the peanuts in that person’s direction. There was a muttered thank you, which told her the newcomer was male. She had to fight a groan of annoyance. The last thing she wanted was to fight off some random who either recognised her as someone semi-famous or just wanted a roll in the hay with the prettiest girl in the room he thought he had a chance with.
It’s the little details like these that give so much life to a story!
As far as characterisation goes, I love how mature Romilda seems. But there are good reasons that caused that maturity: the vagaries of adult life, and the things she has seen in her youth. The old, ambitious Romilda is still there, of course! She’s been successful and carving a niche for herself, and she doesn’t hesitate to let Oliver inspire her, without his knowledge.
I felt sad for Alicia :( However, losses do occur in life. I was rather pleased by Oliver’s stoicism, laced with unbelievable tenderness and vulnerability.
The romance developed so naturally. Although their meetings span over weeks, you’ve written the courtship in such a way that nothing seems prolonged or shortened. I cheered very loudly when Oliver led her to the bedroom ha ha ha.
And the ending?
What can I say? It was perfect!
This review does no justice to the beauty of the fic, but I hope it does convey how much I adored it. Happy Birthday, Jezza!
Oh, Hestia Jones, shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Oh, hellz, no! It just means sweat in horrible places. You be cool as iceeeee, amigo!
Anyway, I suppose I write the types of stories I want to read: clear but not blunt, some description but not to the point where it overwhelms everything else. Whether or not I succeed is a different matter entirely, but I'm glad you see what I want to write and like it. I'm not really capable of painfully beautiful things, but I like to think I am capable of things that are beautiful enough to look at for as long as one likes.
Hahaha, bar peanuts! Anyone who's ever been to a bar with bar peanuts knows to never touch the peanuts - not until your very well drunk enough to pickle whatever might be festering on them. But I dunno...it just felt like a fun thing to throw in there, to show how people share tiny moments with one another but never even realise it. But Romilda, being the observant lass she is, I think she'll always have an eye for these moments.
Poor, poor Oliver. His life was so broken, but he decided that he had better things to do than keep throwing it away, and I think that might've been one of the qualities that attracted Romilda to him, that base practicality. And, of course, I felt bad when Oliver felt betrayed by having his life story recycled for everyone to see, but I don't think he'll ever underestimate Romilda again in things she writes. I, too, cheered when they decided to f*ck it and just f*ck. But is it weird that I was happier when Romilda came up with the ending to her book? I probably need help, lol.
Anyway, thank you for the wonderful visit. I'm glad you picked this story, as it's one of the best things I've written in the past year. <3 you, and though you've been epically busy with Stuff, I'm glad you took the time to stop in. :D
Summary: For Angelina Weasley birthdays were something she'd rather forget. But then George takes her at her word and decides to watch a Quidditch game with Lee instead of spending time with her. So what's a witch to do? She could spend her evening crouched over the accounts ... or perhaps she could crash her favourite haunt and see what transpires.
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, but I think she'd understand that marriage doesn't mean your life ends with that ring on your finger.
I think the real beauty of this fic is in how the quiet rambling hurtles on towards a fabulous, clear-cut end. As I was reading this, I kept nodding my head, while unsure how you were going to finish it off, even though I knew the ending. The last few lines lent it a great sense of resolution, and more importantly, hope. Lovely fic!
Author's Response: Yay, thank youuuu. Yes the quiet rambling is rather like life, and although I'm not convinced about the clear cut end in RL, I had to leave one in here. Angelina wouldn;t cheat on George, not for something like that, and Oliver wouldn't do the dirty on his mate *sigh*. But thinking and acting are different things.
Thankies for teh review ~Carole~
Summary: An eleven-year-old boy residing at Number 4, Privet Drive, receives his Hogwarts letter in the summer of 1991. That boy is Dudley Dursley.
I fell about laughing so many times while reading this fic. If you have a chaptered/one-shot somewhere, I need to fish that out. This was brilliantly done, so brilliant that I could stomach Uncle Sev marrying Aunt Lily. :3 I say that as a hardcore James/Lily shipper.
And oooh! Draco/Dudley? Dear me, is that my new OTP?
Author's Response: Thanks very much!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :) The Draco/Dudley relationship intrigues me and I hope to explore it more in the future; there's just a lot of potential for these two spoiled blonde boys to see themselves in each other. We'll see if and when inspiration strikes! Thanks for taking the time to review. :)
Ah. I read your other fic and realised I had misread the relationship between Snape and Lily. In any case, I enjoyed this!