This is beautiful and lovely and wonderful and you already know what I think, but I'll say it again! I love your imagery, and how emotional said imagery is, if that makes sense.
I think this might be my favourite section:
February blurs into March and with the new month comes rain. It slides down the panes of the Greenhouses and into the gutters where it is channelled into large barrels. Pansy turns the tap at the bottom, measures out the same quantity ten times and pours it into each of her test pots. Returning one last time she sees Susan feeling the dampness of the soil in one of her pots then carefully dripping in a bit more water.
Susan looks up in surprise. “No,” she agrees. “It’s not.” Then she smiles and moves on to the next pot. Pansy feels a bubbling irritation that she can’t quite dispel. It should be nothing to her if Susan Bones wants to do her own thing, but she feels personally offended.The first two sentences, I can almost smell the rain they're so perfect. *_
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here from hogwarts_todaysoftlyforgottenDecember 23 2006, 01:59:16 UTC
Wow; what a brilliant, breathtaking read. I loved your characterization of Pansy (and Susan, but Pansy really stood out to me), and I love the way you didn't let anything develop in a physical sense between the two. The last line is just... skghsgkh perfect. ♥
I know this was a Susan fic, but Pansy's the star in this one. You have her down to a tee and it really shows at the end. Beautifully done, imagery is top notch.
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I think this might be my favourite section:
February blurs into March and with the new month comes rain. It slides down the panes of the Greenhouses and into the gutters where it is channelled into large barrels. Pansy turns the tap at the bottom, measures out the same quantity ten times and pours it into each of her test pots. Returning one last time she sees Susan feeling the dampness of the soil in one of her pots then carefully dripping in a bit more water.
“That’s hardly scientific,” Pansy says scornfully.
Susan looks up in surprise. “No,” she agrees. “It’s not.” Then she smiles and moves on to the next pot. Pansy feels a bubbling irritation that she can’t quite dispel. It should be nothing to her if Susan Bones wants to do her own thing, but she feels personally offended.The first two sentences, I can almost smell the rain they're so perfect. *_ ( ... )
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I like that section too. :">
This makes three Pansy fics I've written now! I think she's growing on me.
♥!
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I'm very fond of that bit, so I'm glad you picked it out. ♥
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*adding to memories*
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