The Apple Orchard

[ireneadler]

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 witchwinter. Just

Comments

[ireneadler]

*is totally not a week behind on comments* *blames recent vacation*

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.

I tend to dislike seeing younger students in relationships in Hogwarts-era fic. Maybe because I was (am?) a late bloomer, but I find the idea of 14-year-olds in intense, committed, sexual relationships a bit off-putting, although I know it happens in real life. Well, the sex part, anyway. But yeah, Gabrielle's a young 14, and she's not ready for such things. *pets her*

Thank you, again, for your comments. It's so good for me, as I'm really trying to improve my writing.

[ap_aelfwine]

*is totally not a week behind on comments* *blames recent vacation*

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*

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.

Interesting to see how you came up with it; I think the best elements in a story tend to be the ones that come that way, the ones that wind up doing more than you've meant them to. And it is interesting what we don't see in our work and others do.

I tend to dislike seeing younger students in relationships in Hogwarts-era fic. Maybe because I was (am?) a late bloomer, but I find the idea of 14-year-olds in intense, committed, sexual relationships a bit off-putting, although I know it happens in real life.

I'm a bit bothered by that as well, although, in fairness, going back three or four generations in my genealogy makes it seem a bit hypocritical of me.

Well, the sex part, anyway. But yeah, Gabrielle's a young 14, and she's not ready for such things. *pets her*

Good that she's taking it slowly, then. *bows to Gabrielle, as it might seem overforward to pet her*

ank you, again, for your comments. It's so good for me, as I'm really trying to improve my writing.

Glad to be of service.