Title: The Apple Orchard
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to JKR.
Pairing: Gabrielle/Hermione friendship
Rating: PG for passing reference to character deaths
Word Count: 3550
Summary: Hermione escapes to France after the war, but it seems she’s not the only one who could use some healing. Or a friend.
Notes: Written for
unperfectwolf at
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I'm taken with your vision of Gabrielle's grandfather's farm and way of life. And the bit about the chickens frightening the house elves was a nice touch. I liked the way you showed us Hermione accepting folk having house elves without making a big deal of her "conversion."
And I very much liked the way you've given signs of a possible future Hermione/Gabrielle relationship without plunging them into a sea of Destiny-with-a-capital-D or drenching every friendly gesture in sexual innuendo.
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I'm glad you liked the chickens! That was one of my favorite bits. We had chickens when I was little, and they definitely scared me. *g* And yes, I'm all about ambiguity. Luckily that works for fanfic. Not so much in daily life, alas....
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We had chickens when I was little, and they definitely scared me. *g*
Chickens never scared me when I was a kid--then again, the only chickens around were pets who tended to lay wherever they happened to be and then abandon the eggs, so I never had to collect them from the nests--but the geese, now, those were the stuff of nightmares. ;-)
Seriously, though, I liked that bit because it really brought the world to life. So often, both in fic and in canon, house elves are just convenient plot devices and/or comic relief. Giving them a fear that isn't the usual "what if Master makes us iron our hands?" or "what if Master gives us clothes?" makes them real.
And yes, I'm all about ambiguity. Luckily that works for fanfic. Not so much in daily life, alas....I know the feeling. Pity there has to be so much ambiguity about in real life, isn't it? You'd think the author was playing with us or something ( ... )
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Moving on. I grew up hearing about Granddad, this horrid old rooster we used to have. He actually killed hens, and my brother still has the scars on his legs that testify to Granddad's bad temper. We only had Canada geese on our pond in nice weather, and they tended to scatter if we got too close, so they never bothered me.
...I hadn't thought about the bringing-the-world-to-life aspect. For me, it was more along the lines of Gabrielle recognizing the personalities of all the animals, so of course she would do the same for house elves. It's really cool to hear about what other people see in my stories, though ( ... )
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No worries. Hope it was fun!
We only had Canada geese on our pond in nice weather, and they tended to scatter if we got too close, so they never bothered me.
Yah, Canadas aren't so bad, from what I've seen. Not like swans or domestic geese, anyhow. I was very intimidated by my horestrainer's pet goose when I was about seven-eight-nineish, but she was nothing like that cock of which you speak. Glad I never had to deal with one like him, for sure. ;-)
*is totally not a week behind on comments* *blames recent vacation ( ... )
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