nyxfixx sent me! I really enjoyed this fic, especially Andromeda's section. This is easily the best Andromeda I've ever come across. :)
In Walburga's section, she's intense like I can imagine the Blacks all being, but she's set up for failure immediately by those around her. The image of her tiny baby with the nurse as the midwife assured her to close her eyes was a bit haunting!
Reading Sirius as more of a tacit character here really makes me want to read your treatment of him as a major character in your stories!
Oh, thank you. I like playing with Andromeda, since she seems like such an interesting character but one we see so little of in the books. I'm sure that she'll appear in Book 7 and my interpretation will be wildly out of charater, but until then, she's all mine. :)
This is fantastic! Sent here by nyxfixx, and I shall have to get Mrs. Potter's fudge recipe so I can thank her properly. Your characterization of Walburga is amazing, and I love your Andromeda - the best version of her I've ever read. Both of those characters tend to be cardboard-y in fics, but you've really fleshed them out beautifully, and in a way that makes perfect sense with canon. I love James' mum, too - she's wonderful.
It's brilliant, too, to have a fic centered on three strong, intelligent women.
I am really intrigued by all three of these women, and I think it's a shame we don't see them more in fanfic, especially considering the tremendous impact they must have all had on Sirius.
This was brilliant - especially the beginning as it really reminded me of Gormenghast. The atmosphere was creepy...eerie...yet perfect, and it was very apt that Sirius was born from such bleakness to eventually achieve happiness and safety. Never seen the parallels to Titus Groan before in Sirius, but they are totally there - found this quote from the novel that is perfect for this fic: "What do I care for the symbolism of it all? What do I care if the castle's heart is sound or not? I don't want to be sound anyway! Anybody can be sound if they're always doing what they're told. I want to live! Can't you see? Oh, can't you see? I want to be myself, and become what I make myself, a person, a real live person and not a symbol anymore." I loved this fic, as it's made me appreciate Sirius so much more and thank you for writing from such unusual perspectives. I know this comments gone a bit awry, but just know I love your take on the complicated Mr. Black.
Hello. I got recced to this LJ from the Sirius/James page on fictionalley, and I really adore the way you write the two. I like the way you've done James's mother here, and it sort of parallels Molly Weasley and her relationship with Ron and Harry a bit (I always imagine Ron as having a lot more in common with James than Harry does. Especially with messing up his hair and all that). Would you mind if I friended you?
Little behind the times, but this is gorgeous. Love the contrast between the fractious nature of the prose in Walburga's section, to the smooth narrative of Virginia's. Adore Andromeda's scene; and these are particularly lovely: Yet there they were, James and Sirius, already inseparable and scuffling like puppies, oblivious to anyone but each other. By the time they dropped their trunks at her feet, she had stopped thinking of them as separate beings. Perfect.
on the surface, he was every bit the pureblood heir, effortlessly cordial and scrupulously well-mannered. And there was something deeper, too-something unmistakably Black. From the start, she understood that Sirius Black was a proud, willful boy, capable of immense cleverness and the most charming cruelty. But Virginia could tell that there was something different about him. Something sweeter. Something about the warmth in those polished words, and the way that blinding smile went all the way to his eyes. That's it, you've got him exactly.
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In Walburga's section, she's intense like I can imagine the Blacks all being, but she's set up for failure immediately by those around her. The image of her tiny baby with the nurse as the midwife assured her to close her eyes was a bit haunting!
Reading Sirius as more of a tacit character here really makes me want to read your treatment of him as a major character in your stories!
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Glad you liked it!
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It's brilliant, too, to have a fic centered on three strong, intelligent women.
Brava!
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Thanks so much for your feedback!
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The atmosphere was creepy...eerie...yet perfect, and it was very apt that Sirius was born from such bleakness to eventually achieve happiness and safety.
Never seen the parallels to Titus Groan before in Sirius, but they are totally there - found this quote from the novel that is perfect for this fic:
"What do I care for the symbolism of it all? What do I care if the castle's heart is sound or not? I don't want to be sound anyway! Anybody can be sound if they're always doing what they're told. I want to live! Can't you see? Oh, can't you see? I want to be myself, and become what I make myself, a person, a real live person and not a symbol anymore."
I loved this fic, as it's made me appreciate Sirius so much more and thank you for writing from such unusual perspectives.
I know this comments gone a bit awry, but just know I love your take on the complicated Mr. Black.
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Love the contrast between the fractious nature of the prose in Walburga's section, to the smooth narrative of Virginia's. Adore Andromeda's scene; and these are particularly lovely:
Yet there they were, James and Sirius, already inseparable and scuffling like puppies, oblivious to anyone but each other. By the time they dropped their trunks at her feet, she had stopped thinking of them as separate beings.
Perfect.
on the surface, he was every bit the pureblood heir, effortlessly cordial and scrupulously well-mannered. And there was something deeper, too-something unmistakably Black. From the start, she understood that Sirius Black was a proud, willful boy, capable of immense cleverness and the most charming cruelty.
But Virginia could tell that there was something different about him. Something sweeter. Something about the warmth in those polished words, and the way that blinding smile went all the way to his eyes.
That's it, you've got him exactly.
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