Number 12, Grimmauld Place

[ishonn]

Once upon a time, during a boring lecture, I happened to ask my friend magda2em to draw something for me. Specifically, the hall of Number 12, Grimmauld Place as I imagined it. And my dearest MM did. For me! *squee*

Being generous that she is, she's allowed me to link to the picture:

Comments

[magda2em]

As I've already said elsewhere, the bit you chose for your teaser is exactly the one I'd choose myself... it smells of Legilimency, my dear! *giggles* I really appreciate your effort :)

Now, to the poem. The first thing to come to my mind while reading was the deep feeling of loneliness and longing for freedom, for taking a gulp of fresh air, instead of the dusty air of the house. The house, which is an enemy in itself, is holding out hands, reaching for the person trapped inside.

Your poems smells Sirius. It tastes Sirius. It feels Sirius. It shouts Sirius. It's sad, it's gloomy, it's depressing... but I love it just the same. I'm proud to see your poem next to my little sketch :)

Thank you so much for sharing!

[ishonn]

Legilimency, you say... Sort of proves you're a poor Occlumens, aren't you. Or you're too attached to me. *looks proud*

Okay, enough with this. Really, it's you whom I thank for the effort. I'm just immensely happy that I could urge you to start drawing again. "Such a talent, such a talent!" as our mutual friend Kattk would say ;-)

I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem in spite of its obvious gloom. I'm thrilled it actually evoked such strong emotions in you, and that you felt Sirius in it. He definitely was with me as I was writing.

I'm proud to see your poem next to my little sketch *glomp* &hearts

I'll be waiting for you posting your next works. Especially now that I know how to *professionally* link to them ;-)