Squee The Third (and One Big Ew)
One huge, humbling thrill: in response to my request for Snuna on my Holiday Wish List, snapesforte has written me a gorgeous little gem of Snape/Luna goodness!
Cumulospurts is a wonderful story, taking place in all the hidden cracks and unexplored scenes of HBP and DH and including a vastly superior epilogue at King's Cross. It's written with the vivid, original description and elegant language that's characteristic of snapesforte's style, and it's also perfectly in character for all concerned. She shows us a delicate but undeniable connection between Luna, who quite literally sees more than most others do, and the increasingly weary Headmaster of Hogwarts, who needs at least one person to notice what he does and actually care.
This isn't romantic as such; instead, it's a relationship as invisible to others as the titular Cumulospurts, conducted in furtive looks and meaningful glances and punctuated in small but significant acts of kindness and concern. It's a beautiful story, subtly told, and it gives Severus the sort of ending he really deserves. Please go read this one and let her know what a lovely tale she's spun!
So, now for the ew. I went out to help my father shop for a birthday present for my mother (she and Severus share a birthday). My father is a very intelligent and sincere man, but he generally has the intuitive capabilities of a clump of algae when it comes to gift-giving. This is doubly true when he's trying to shop for a woman, so he usually begs my assistance when it comes to my mother.
We decided to focus on getting her things to help her feel confident as she starts her post-collegiate job search: nice new shoes, a few sensible and flattering sweaters and blouses and a lovely new watch. As I shopped with my father, it became apparent to me in my interactions with the idiot salespeople that they assumed that we were not together in the sense of being on the same shopping trip, but rather together.
Yes, that way. And...OMG, so much ew!!! ~shudders~
I'll grant you that my father looks more like a man in his mid-forties than he does a man in his early sixties, but honestly? I also look young for my age. Without context, people generally peg me as being about 20 (I'm not complaining. It's flattering!), so I can only guess that people think that I'm either his mistress or part of some kind of real-life SS/HG relationship. How they explain the fact that we look like one another, though...I have no idea, other than rank stupidity.
~shudders again~ This calls for brain bleach!
Cumulospurts is a wonderful story, taking place in all the hidden cracks and unexplored scenes of HBP and DH and including a vastly superior epilogue at King's Cross. It's written with the vivid, original description and elegant language that's characteristic of snapesforte's style, and it's also perfectly in character for all concerned. She shows us a delicate but undeniable connection between Luna, who quite literally sees more than most others do, and the increasingly weary Headmaster of Hogwarts, who needs at least one person to notice what he does and actually care.
This isn't romantic as such; instead, it's a relationship as invisible to others as the titular Cumulospurts, conducted in furtive looks and meaningful glances and punctuated in small but significant acts of kindness and concern. It's a beautiful story, subtly told, and it gives Severus the sort of ending he really deserves. Please go read this one and let her know what a lovely tale she's spun!
So, now for the ew. I went out to help my father shop for a birthday present for my mother (she and Severus share a birthday). My father is a very intelligent and sincere man, but he generally has the intuitive capabilities of a clump of algae when it comes to gift-giving. This is doubly true when he's trying to shop for a woman, so he usually begs my assistance when it comes to my mother.
We decided to focus on getting her things to help her feel confident as she starts her post-collegiate job search: nice new shoes, a few sensible and flattering sweaters and blouses and a lovely new watch. As I shopped with my father, it became apparent to me in my interactions with the idiot salespeople that they assumed that we were not together in the sense of being on the same shopping trip, but rather together.
Yes, that way. And...OMG, so much ew!!! ~shudders~
I'll grant you that my father looks more like a man in his mid-forties than he does a man in his early sixties, but honestly? I also look young for my age. Without context, people generally peg me as being about 20 (I'm not complaining. It's flattering!), so I can only guess that people think that I'm either his mistress or part of some kind of real-life SS/HG relationship. How they explain the fact that we look like one another, though...I have no idea, other than rank stupidity.
~shudders again~ This calls for brain bleach!