I am a recent member of the Harry Potter fandom, but I have always had a passion for the written word, and I hope to fulfill it here. I live in a relatively boring corner of Idaho, and I like Kokanee and a good book!
So, I suppose you're wondering what's up with my username. Even if you're not, this is how that happened. No, I was not aspiring to be a Gryffindor. I can't think of any house to which I would belong less than Gryffindor, in fact. It was a moment of clarity that I got while I was battling with myself about whether I should want to be Sorted into Gryffindor to be like Harry or to be Sorted elsewhere and follow my own path. I thought it to be much like the contemplative scene in Hamlet when he weighed taking his own life. I'm not trying to be melodramatic. That's simply is what popped into my head when I was trying to sign up to leave a review. :D
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Summary: At the start of term feast, Severus Snape watches the first years being Sorted with a little more interest than usual, and a little more regret, as he finds one child’s presence brings back too many memories of a woman he once loved…and betrayed. Even if Severus could forgive Harry Potter for who his father was, forgiving him for who his father was not may be harder.
May I just preface by saying that this story was a brilliant look into Snape’s mind? Because it is—it truly is. Most stories in this category find themselves with an OOC Snape and an even more OOC Lily, who actually loves him. I like that anything resembling that is all a part of Severus’s imagination, and even that ended in hurt and anger—just like the first time.
There are several themes in this story that I truly appreciate in terms of Severus’s characterisation. First off, the fact that you started with his dream, but the dream went awry made me think that you were writing an AU type story. Then I find that it was Sev’s imagination. There are few things that I think Severus Snape ever regretted in his life—possibly only one thing—and that was how things happened with Lily. That remorse even permeated his fantasies, such was its power. Only regret of that magnitude would cause him to dedicate his life to protecting a child that was not even his.
I was a bit surprised when I read that Snape had killed Mary. Usually, in Sev/Lily stories, Snape is characterised as not being a true killer, as a misunderstood, emo, hottie-in-hiding that would never truly hurt anyone (which is why I don’t read this category often, lol). The fact that you retained his personal beliefs and his love for Lily at the same time, it just makes me feel like, “Yes, this is how it happened. This is really Snape.” It takes a lot for me to believe a Snape story, considering he’s not as misunderstood as most would like to believe, but you have me sold on the events of this story. Well and truly sold.
Another thing that rings true about this fic is how reality juxtaposed itself upon fantasy. Something about how the incident by the lake in 5th year overtook what should have been unfettered in his hot!sweaty dreams of Lily and him together is simply wonderful in how pitiful it is. Part of me is happy that he was miserable, because he is a miserable bloke, and Lily’s death was his fault. But the other part of me (I have compassion?! Surely not!) feels bad for him, and I kind of wanted that fantasy to be real for him. I suppose, knowing how the whole story turned out, I want Snape to be happy in a fantasy world that doesn’t include James and Lily’s death. The fact that you have the power to make me question how I feel about Snape, who I consider one of the most unlikable characters to ever touch the pages of Harry Potter, amazes me and makes me a believer in your abilities of characterisation.
The flow of your story is very good, as is the way it reads. Now, I can’t rightly tell whether it is due to your own abilities or because Fresca is such a wonderful beta (and she is), but I’ll just smile and reap the benefits as a reader. The switches between recollection and present were smooth, appropriately timed, and very well-placed. I didn’t feel, when I left a certain scenario, that I was over- or under-informed about the situation. I felt like I knew what you were conveying, what you wanted it to mean to the story, and the normal five-Ws (who, what, when, where, why).
I really don’t know how to describe your diction and word choice other than strong. There are several aspects to the way you write: you write metaphorically, simply, and smoothly. Your sentences don’t end up overlong or too short; they’re just the right length for what you’re saying. That’s so important for flow in a story, and that dimension of prose is so often overlooked. Your angst, due to your style, is not too angsty (which turns into emo), and your love scenes aren’t PWP (porn without plot) or sappy. They’re just the right balance. I hope you know how hard that is to do and how many have tried and failed that very thing in the past. I love the fact that, of all the fics I picked to read, that I chose yours, mainly for that fact.
Well, I’m off now. I really adored this story in just about every way. I cannot, for the life of me, cut through my appreciation of it to find anything I didn’t like. Kudos for that again, because normally there is something that ‘bugs’ me, but there were none of these here.
Take care and happy writing,
P.S.—I’ve already recommended your story to an avid Sev/Lily shipper I know.
Author's Response: I feel very proud of myself that I made you feel compassion for Severus! I'll take that as an achievement . :-p I think that actually is one one the hardest and yet most rewarding things about writing him when it works - making stories about him appeal to readers who dislike him. I completely agree that he's far too often written as a 'misunderstood, emo, hottie-in-hiding' (possibly the best description of badly-written!Severus I've ever encountered by the way). I really believe that he killed as a Death Eater and did some other pretty unconscionable things. I think he probably regretted them later at least to some extent, but I think he did them nonetheless. And thank you so much, Jess, for the compliments on my writing style. They put a huge grin on my face.
Summary: It’s a small town; bad news travels fast.
Spinners End was not somewhere Lily Potter had ever had any intention of returning, but then she’d always tended to put others’ needs above her own, and familiar habits are hard to shake when it comes to old friends.
Now, I like this kind of Lily/Severus, because it just feels like something that really did happen. The dynamics between Lily and Severus are just amazing. There is the right balance of bile and regret and a bit of something else. They both know that things will never go back to the way they were, but they were indelibly linked via Lily's strange need to be there and Severus's inability to send her away and actually mean it.
Seeing Severus through Lily's eyes is really different. Normally, it's him fawning over her and angsting over being a git and ruining their friendship, even if it wasn't what he wanted between them in the first place.
Now you've gone and gave me a plot bunny. About Severus sodding Snape. I hope you're happy (haha, revenge on your part, perhaps)!
We will meet again. I'm pretty much banking on it.
Summary: Ron wakes up alone in an unfamiliar flat with no recollection of the past week of his life and has to attempt to puzzle out who the woman who clearly slunk away in the night was and what occurred between them.
Wow, I love this story, too! If anyone had suggested 30 minutes ago that I would read Ron/Pansy and believe it, I probably would've openly laughed in their face. Now, it actually makes sense.
The details n this story are sensational: Pansy's celeb eccentricities, Ron's reaction to them, and the way each run-in with them made him remember more. It's just so well-crafted, and extraordinarily fascinating. I think my favourite detail of all, though was the llama milk bit. It sounds like one of those gross holistic beauty regimens that a starlet would use, not to mention something that Ron would find daft and unnecessary.
Now, I wonder whether Ron will actually meet up with Pansy. I hope he does (did I just say that?), because it would just seem like a neat ending to such an original story.
Thank you for writing this story and not making Pansy into the stupid cow that most people do. She is a bit...difficult, but that's who she is. I really like what you did with her.
Take care and happy writing,
Summary: The war is over and people are rebuilding their life, happy and sad and grateful. But what about Draco?
Written for the End of an Era Challenge at PA (WON FIRST PLACE! YIPPIE!), and nominated for a QSQ for Best Poetry. :D Thanks!
Oh, lordy, I love this poem. I think I told you that, but I'll gush again, just because this was your first read/review. :D
I think that this bit is my favourite:
You and he and she and I
Will always remember
I was His servant.
It just expounds the finality of what he had done and that there was no taking back that tattoo on his arm. The last stanza, in general, was wonderful, but those lines were ultra-fantastic.
I really like how you rehashed all of the horrible things that he had seen while under Voldemort's thumb, plus what had come from that.
In the first stanza, when you say 'A mask
Blown asunder.' it just makes me think of how Draco's life had been such a delicately crafted ruse of making others think that he was in control, that he was strong and well-connected. Of course, it was nearly all lies, especially considering the toll that the war and servitude to the Dark Lord took on the entire Malfoy family. Then again, I shall not weep for Lucius, as he did steal Legolas's hair. That's just not right. :D
Anyway, lovely poem, and I'm excited to review first. I heart you, milady, and I hope your weekend without internet isn't too long a wait. I shall miss you!
Hearts and stuff,
Summary: The first time Bellatrix appeared at Spinner’s End that day cemented the course of his future, and the second time forced him to address the past.
Lolz. What a b!tch.:D
And here I thought I was in for some angsty smut, albeit squicky smut, and you went and made me giggle at a lamenably turgid Severus in an even more lamentably exposed state. XD
I'm not sure exactly if I can believe in the story in terms of feasability, but I definitely appreciate its entertainment value.
And that's it. Full circle. I've read every single one of your fics on the archives. I shall return when you have deemed it a good time to bless us with a new story.
Until we AIM again!
Summary: Severus makes his choice.
Ooh, bleeding candles soooo kick ass! I really hope it was the actual candle bleeding and not blood that just happened to be around the candle.
I'm assuming that the majority of this story is delusion in Severus's pain-crippled mind. If the Dark Mark summoning the Death Eaters was painful, I can only assume how much it would have truly sucked to get the Mark in the first place.
I love the horror element of it, which subsequently makes me hope like hell that you're my SSS writer, though the odds of that are ridiculously astronomical. Well, not really, but they might as well be. :D
Hmm, and the end. I want to know, and I'm willing to throw a tantrum until I do. What did Narcissa mean by being Marked 'for us'? I'm sure you have a bunch of fabulous back story for this, and I would be ridiculously happy if you told me what it was at some point. Or I could just harrass you until you do, lol.
Very interesting story, dear. I now have only not read two of your fics. I be ninja, especially during judging season. >.<
Summary: Percy finds that he has more in common with his infuriating colleague, Daphne Greengrass, than just overbearing mothers.
Hehe, I started this, expecting some lurid Percy sex, which I assure you would have scarred me. I am so happy the story ended the way it did.
I love the character you built for Daphne. She's sharp as a tack and the details are never lost on her. I rather agree that she is like Percy, only regarding different aspects of her personality.The fact that he was practically bullied into swapping escort services for hated family functions was wonderful.
I think the biggest win for this fic was that each moment I spent wiht them, the more I believed in their canon-ness (in which Jess makes up a word). Percy was perfect, and I like your version of Daphne.
Anywho, ta for now. We'll meet again. I have a funny feeling that it'll happen. Odd, n'est-ce pas?
Summary: Christmas Eve brings candles, guilt and memories for Severus Snape.
He had been little more than a boy when his mother had died. At a loss for how to comfort the grieving child he barely knew, and seeking perhaps the familiar routines of his own childhood in solace, his father had taken him to church. Severus, however, had found no comfort in the austere, hallowed stone of the chapel, but he found something in the warm candlelight of the offerings to the souls of the departed. If it was not exactly comfort, at least it was more than emptiness. Religion had never permeated his soul, but the candlelight had.
Ah, Hannah, why must you do this to me, make me feel for Snape? How could I hate the man in this story, this broken, lonely, self-hating man? You've gone and done it. You've made me want him to be happy -- or at the least, less miserable.
I really like the voice of this story. What I suppose that means is that you told the story, but it was still seen and felt through his point of view. And what a miserable place that was, I should say.
The flow, as well, was wonderful. Each flashback was put in just the right spot, and they were sequential as well, which lends itself to his story, his descent from a boy who loved his best friend and watched her play in the snow to the man who drank alone in his office and everyone around him that mattered to him was dead.
Charity was an interesting addition. I guess I never considered the idea that he had known her on anything more than a professional level or had purposely interacted with her outside of that. Just the simple act of turning a page for her gave her the idea that he was not quite what he seemed, and even as she was murdered, he was still that different man. Having him keep the chain with him always really touched me on a deep level. It made me think of him as someone incapable of murder who was capable of pretending that he was.
I've been meaning to ask and should probably look it up, but is Mary MacDonald as Severus's first kill canon or your own canon? Either way, it's brilliant, because it signified that Severus had truly been lost. He seemed to genuinely care for Mary on some level, at least enough to seek her help in buying a gift for Lily. That it still haunted him and he thought of her often, both as she was before he became a Death Eater and how she begged for her life before he took it from her.
It's always fascinating to see that stray thead of humanity in him, because sometimes I have a hard time reconciling myself to the fact that the man that we met in the books was really good enough to sustain such a ruse for so long, that he was capable of loving Lily that deeply when he was scarcely old enough to understand what love is. Somehow, fan fiction givs him that where it did not previously exist for me. Your story is really on the top of that list right now in that regard.
I am curious about the church service and its inplications in regard to religion in the Potterverse. I know it's a heavy subject and not something best brought up in a review, but I would like to hear your thoughts and ideas on the subject. I do, however, like that magical elements managed to blend their way in, but certain Muggle things remained, such as lighting the candles manually, yet the stained glass people could move around amongst themselves. Very nice detail and very nice touch.
I shall stop now, but before I go, I would love to re-iterate that this is a fantastic fic and I wish I had read it before QSQ deadline, or I would have nominated this in D/A. I love it that much, even if it does deal with a character that I cardinally don't like and almost can't. A testament to you and your abilities, my dear.
Until we meet again,
He cannot bring himself to think the name. There is a glimpse of red. A laugh. A fumbled apology. A friendship.
How a death may change a life or two.
Winner of Best Non-Canon Romance in the Quick Silver Quill Awards 2010
Ooh, I love it when Ron dies, because that means that Hermione is freeeeee. :) (yeah, I'm not morbid or horrible at all)
Seriously, though...luv luv luv. The use of present tense just seems to catapult me into the moment, into what is being felt by Harry. It also gives me a sense of kinship to his situation. It's like I'm there, inside his head, hearing his thoughts, his guilt, and his pain. It's quite an extraordinary experience.
I do have to say that I am a (tiny) bit confused. I'm pretty sure that the girl at first is Hermione, but I'm not certain. She could be Ginny, but I don't know for sure. Perhaps you could enlighten me, or at least point out the obvious so that I may facepalm myself later.
I'm in love with Harmony so very much right now (I've been writing!), so this piece is just a little booster shot to my resolve to get it written and out there.
Completely lovely, as usual. Heart you, Julia Greenleaf. :D
~Jess/Overlord/That Bitch 'Cross the Pond
The girl is Hermione all the way through - when Ginny is mentioned it is Harry thinking back to their days together during his sixth year. \o/ I hope that isn't too confusing! Her presence all the way through sort of indicates she is the same girl from the beginning. But perhaps I should have made it more clear!
I really love using the present tense. I find it more interesting and more emotive - for my writing style anyway. As you said, it really puts the reader in the moment and when I'm writing I feel like I AM the character - in this case, Harry. Again, thanks so much for the review :)
Julia/Middle Earthling/Elven queen/ummmm, the nerd from the bottom of the world XD
Summary: When Lily Potter finds herself sitting up for yet another night with her infant son, she decides that it’s about time for her to resort to a little bit of DIY potion-making in order to ensure her family finally gets a good night’s sleep.
It has been a long time though since she last made a potion and for good reason…
So, yeah...not gonna lie. The idea of Harry being Snape's son is not something that I would ever willingly contemplate, but I do wonder if 'what might have been' give Lily the tears she needed to shed for the potion, for I do want little Harry to feel better, poor love.
It's odd but fitting that making a potion would bring Severus back into her mind so powerfully. I never doubted that Lily loved James, but she was still hurt by what had happened their fifth-year, no matter the fact that it ahd been five years before. It validated the fact that she had truly cared for Severus and that it still had the power to get to her. Had it been some random guy that she hadn't cared for, it would have been long forgotten, and a night of memory-laced potion making would have never existed.
It's cool how you still manage to characterise Severus, even though he was only mentioned. It adds a bit more of what Lily knew of his background that the others who criticised her for befriending him did not.
Blah blah, ramble rambe, you're probably sick of your inbox being full by now. I loved the story in its simplicity and bitter-sweetness. It's poignant and a bit more of Lily's side to the tragedy of their tale.
Hasta la pasta,
Summary: Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy – a love that could never be, and yet it was.
We never want things to fall apart around us, and we don’t always want the real world to intrude on our lives, but in the end it always will.
Oh, so very sad!
Most Rose/Scorpius have them overcoming their different backgrounds to be together, but this one is unique in it's portrayal. They aren't so very different, but their worlds and circles are, and wildly so. Scorpius was actually very interesting as a character and as a man. He would rather see Rose with someone else than to see her shunned and ridiculed by her family because she was with him. I don't really think that the Weasleys would disown any of their ranks, even for being with a Malfoy, but Scorpius comes from a different background where that would be an inevitibility for him. It almost makes me sad for him that he doesn't have those types of strong family bonds.
All in all, this was a very neatly-packaged portrait at the death of something beautiful.
It's odd, watching things like this, because one thing about seeing the end of someone's happiness is that it feels sort of dirty to watch it, like you shouldn't be witnessing such a private moment, but you can't look away. It's a remarkable talent to paint such a vivid occurence, so bravo for that. :)
Very lovely, and welcome back to SPEW!
Summary: When Draco Malfoy fled from Hogwarts on that fateful night at the end of his sixth year, he left behind a piece of his soul in more ways than one. Not only did plotting murder steal his innocence, but it forced him to leave behind the girl he loved, and surely a Gryffindor like Lavender Brown could never understand why he had to do it?
Incredulity did not begin to scratch the surface of my thoughts on Draco/Lavender. I mean...in terms of sheer 'wtf' power, this one was up there. But you did it. It was freaking fantastic that you did, too.
I suppose this made sense. Looking back on it, Draco and Lavender found themselves extrememly alone and bereft at the same time. Whether she actually loved him or if it was a rebound sort of thing, I don't suppose I know for sure, but the pair seemed to be filling a mutual need for release and to forget who they were for just a little while. I guess I like that sort of thing, considering I'm reading a story that is basically all about that, hehe.
I'm glad he didn't write the note. He's far too much of a chicken sh!t for that, and had he done it, it would've been OOC. Well done on that.
I'm not sure how much of Lavender I can glean from this story, but it's almost not important. She never did strike me as the kind of girl who held any ideals, let alone one whose greatest thought was what shade of lip gloss to wear. The idea that she held equality is such high regard is a bit questionable, but we never really saw much of what Lavender really was in any of the books, so I digress. There may be a secret decent human being in there for all I know. I shall simply assume that she is thus and not just an empty headed bint with more frizz than common sense.
Wonderful story. I shall return, etc. You know the drill...
Summary: Many difficult things have been asked of Severus Snape over the years, and perhaps this latest one ought not to have been the hardest. But yet, he knew that, just beyond the gargoyle, he would be forced to confront the most difficult test he'd ever known: facing the man he killed.
I've had this one on my list for a while, and may I just say...WOW.
I mean...~insert stupid, meaningless gibberish here~. I so very much adore this story. The voice of both Severus and Albus were so great. They were the right balance of what they were in the memories that Harry had seen and who they were throughout the rest of canon. Now, to me, this is it. I'll never read another Snape/Dumbledore-first-encounter-after the murder fic; I don't have to. This story is it to me. It could not have been any other way.
I also happen to think this is one of your best pieces. I've read...a lot (and I'm not bored enough to count) of your stories, but this one is just pure awesome incarnate.
I also like how Snape does seem to care about Harry....juuuuuuuust a little bit, and not in the way that his hard work was going to waste. I like to think he had that in him.
Pure love, my dear. Heart.
Summary: “Bit of a nasty shock when he found out.”
Seamus Finnigan’s mother didn’t tell his father that she was a witch until after they were married, but why would a woman would guard her secret so closely, and how does a man accept that his wife is far more than just the local girl he grew up with?
With time, a truth left unspoken slowly becomes a lie …
Aww, now this is just cute. I love the idea of being slapped in the face with something this huge and him still being able to move on from it, albeit a bit slowly. He is a dear. I thought he took it quite well.
I really like the dialogue. Just the overt Irish-ness of the way Liam spoke was lovely, not to mention lol-worthy. The way he said 'Jesus' had me cracking up. :D
Lovely story, dear. Until next time!
Summary: Sometimes, the visions are mere flickers â€“ hazy and muddled. Sometimes, their clarity shakes me out of the limbo. But Iâ€™m always sure it is him I see.
Iâ€™d have loved to tell you the whole story, but you see, I cannot remember much of it.
Thanks to Kara (Karaley Dargen) for her wonderful beta-ness. :) And Carole (Equinox Chick) for 'Warwick'. ;)
DISCLAIMER: Everyone/everything you recognise immediately belongs to J.K.Rowling. However, the first names of the Death Eaters (except the main characters) aren't canon. The pairing, of course, is mine.
Yay, the Slash of Doom is finally here!
First off, I will admit that I may or may not have raised a brow at the pairing. It just seemed so very random. However, after reading the story and the scenarios and circumstances that you put forth, it just makes so much sense to me.
Now, I’m guessing that these ruminations of a love past are taking place during Rabastan’s stint in Azkaban. Do correct me if I’m wrong. That would explain to me why he’s having trouble remembering—because of the Dementors.
Your characterisation of Rabastan is phenomenal. You have taken a character that I didn’t give a crap about a half an hour ago and brought him to life. Now, he’s a clear picture of darkness, calculation, and a prototypical Death Eater. Just the way you portray his thoughts and emotions was very vivid and poignant. I felt like I was going on this journey of self-discovery and uncertainty about things along with him.
Regulus is different than I had always imagined. I normally had pictured him as a boy so eager to distance himself from Sirius that he was sucked into a life that he didn’t fully know until it swallowed him. This is quite different. You show him as cunning, cold, and brooding. He knew exactly what he was getting into. He wanted it. It will be interesting to see how you deal with that aspect of him once you get to the Horcrux part. I’m sure you have something deliciously ebil planned.
Snape is an interesting character here. He’s a very minor character so far, but you have him nonchalantly breaking up fights. He does have that air of being like that, which might come into play later in the story. I do wonder if he’s going to play a larger role down the line.
One part in particular did fascinate me, and that was this:
Summary: Can an Unforgivable Curse ever be forgiven … even if it is cast by a saviour?
A dark one-shot charting the wizarding world’s reaction when Harry is forced to play Voldemort at his own game to defeat him.
“Harry James Potter, you are charged with casting the three most heinous curses any wizard could perform.”
Holy freaking Prongs, I’m starting to warm up to a bit of AU. This really hit the spot. :D
I would first like to preface by saying that before I read DH, what I thought would happen was much more like this. The wizarding world had been turned upside-down, and they were looking for someone to blame. They were hurt, scared, and directionless, and they needed that scapegoat.
It’s funny how, when they all need someone like that, it always ends up being Harry. When the Chamber was opened and the students were speculating about who opened it, one of the first on the list was Harry. After GoF, when Voldy Shorts returned, no one believed either him or Dumbledore, insisting that he just wanted his name in print and was fishing for attention.
It is all of this that really makes me a believer in how you crafted this story. If I know anything about people, it is that they are, however unintentionally, ungrateful wretches when they’re scared and confused.
Your characterisation of Harry, to me, was superb. He seemed very spot on, from the way he defended himself to his barbs toward Bagshot. This part in particular was very good for me:
In the Battle of Hogwarts, Tonks has nothing left but promises to keep.
I'll be back. I promise.
Lol @ your chapter notes. :D
This was an interesting portrait of a hidden moment in time. I really like how her mind beats that solid tattoo of 'don't die, don't die'. It really lends desperation to the story. You know how I feel about second person PPOV, and I'm still not sure about it here, but you at least have the gift of being able to remove the repetitiveness from it that makes it intolerable in lesser hands.
Very sweet story, my dear, and a very good return to the Most Recent list.
Love you bunches!
Summary: Harry is about to leave the Burrow for the final time when his six doppelgangers give him something to think about. Set during book seven and based on the chapter of the same name, but having little to do with it, really.
Winner, Quicksilver Quill award for Best Humour story.
This was so freaking funny. I don't think I have words for just how funny. I think my favourite part was when they were trying to figure out who RAB was, and AngstyHarry misspelt. It was truly a beverage-thru-nose moment. I think I probably spent the entire story laughing. Maybe, even if the Audiofics are on hiatus for a few months, perhaps Madam Caroledemort could record it for you just because. It would be so freaking funny to listen to this madness.
Summary: A woman contemplates the psychological scars of the Final Battle and how they took her husband away from her.
Ooh, mega angstry Ron/Hermione.
I always did theorise how screwed up Ron would have been if Harry had somehow died (you know, like I thought he would've). Every time he was a selfish wank, like in GoF, it would all crash in on him.
You know, I really like reading pre-DH pieces to see how some of us thought it would turn out. I personally had always pegged Ron as the one who would snuff it. First off, I wanted Harry with Hermione, or at least Hermione not with Ron. Second, he annoys the sh!t out of me.
Anyway, after miles of digression, I know you claim to not like how this fic was written overly much, but I really like the feel of it. It's not wildly introspective, especially for a first-person. It fills in gaps without being an information dump.The style also happpens to fit the mood rather well.
You will be seeing me again soon. Ta!
Summary: For Oliver Wood, Quidditch is everything, or almost, and he has never taken to failure well. So, when the biggest game of his career doesn’t go to plan, it takes someone who cares about more than just his skill on a broom to make him see that there is more to life than Quidditch.
Ah, and yet again, I troll your author page.
I like the idea of Katie and Oliver together and happy. I totally fail at writing happy characters. She's so wonderful and supportive and just...her.
Very well done, though reading 'Olly' made me giggle. He seems the sort of bloke that would punch a kitten if someone called him that. That might just be me imprinting my own characterisation on yours, so feel free to ignore me. XD