The Writing on the Window

[kerrymdb]

Title: The Writing on the Window
Author: kerrymdb
Format: Fic
Rating & Warnings: R for sexual situations
Prompts: Forest and a snowman
Word Count: 3, 955
Summary: He doesn’t want this moment to end. Because when it does, there will be questions and demands for answers from both sides that neither are ready to answer nor ask.
Author’s Notes: I wrote

Comments

[kerrymdb]

I'm glad you think so! I'm a big angst with hopeful-if-not-happy-endings fan. :) It's can be a very thin tightrope to walk.

What other kind of snowperson would Tonks and Hagrid make?
Hmm...not sure about snowperson. Some giant snow angels, perhaps?

Thank for you for commenting! :)

[lady_bracknell]

I really, really loved this. The giant-sized snowman for Grawp was an adorable idea, and I can just imagine Tonks helping Hagrid with that.

I loved the way you wrote the interaction between Tonks and Remus. I've read a lot of HBP era stuff that's all completely angsty and overwrought, and I really don't think they're overwrought kind of people - they're both the kind who cope as the world falls apart around them, so I really enjoyed your take, that yes, they've missed each other like crazy, but that doesn't mean they dissolved as people. Them writing notes to each other on the steamed up windows was a really wonderful idea - I think sometimes things of a truly emotional nature are much easier to write than say, and I really liked the idea of Remus being able to 'confess' things he couldn't say in that way.

I really, really enjoyed reading this, and in fact, it's one of my favourite HBP Christmas fics ever, I think. I hope you're very proud of it.

[kerrymdb]

Thank you very much! It's very good to know you enjoyed this so much. I agree with you on the angst and overwrought. They can't be completely overwhelmed because too much is at stake. In both of their jobs (Auror and spy) they could easily be killed if they're too distracted.

I'm glad you liked the window writing. It was originally only going to be the last line, but I kept finding more and more places to use it. It does seem like a way that Remus would be able to say things without actually having to say it. Even better for him that the words will eventually disappear.

Thank you for your comments! I'm delighted that you would consider this amoung your favorits HBP x-mas fics. :)

[codenamelily]

This is so beautiful. It has a fantasy-like - almost abstract - feel about it. I can imagine it perfectly. Good job =)

[kerrymdb]

Thank you! I generally feel my descriptions are lacking, so for you to say that you can imagine everything makes me want to do the 'dance of joy.'

Thank you for reading! :)

[reforzado]

I've read your story twice now, and I have to say that I believe it's one of my favorites. Your use of language and the way the story moves along seems just perfect. I also have to echo a previous comment - this is definitely a different post-break-up Tonks than is usually found in fics, and one that makes a lot of sense. Tonks more than anyone else would know the sacrifices one may have to make. The scene with Tonks and Remus writing on the windows is so heartrending as well.. overall, fantastic story!

[kerrymdb]

I'm so glad you found this worth re-reading! I wanted to experiement with the whole break-up and I'm very pleased how it turned out. I think Tonks, especially with her extended family, would understand how hard war can be on people.

Thank you for commenting! I really appreciate it! :)

[wildmagelet]

This is one of my favourite fics in the Advent. You handle angst incredibly well. It's very sad, it grabs straight for the heart-strings and pulls like anything, but it's not depressing. It's lovely, actually. I think out of all the stories written, this one most effectively conveys real emotion. And humour. :)

“I’ve met Grawp a few times, now. Hagrid introduced me as Nymphadora.” She pauses to crinkle her nose in distaste. “Grawp can’t pronounce it so he calls me Nimmie.”

Remus and Tonks weren't the only ones laughing.

She starts walking deeper into the forest and Remus is helpless to do anything but follow her. He remembers the last time he was here, almost three years ago, when he had the title ‘professor.’ Naked, standing behind a tree, wondering if anyone would bring him a change of clothes or if he should try to conjure a robe using wandless magic. It felt like hours before Minerva McGonagall appeared, with clothes, looking at him and not bothering to hide the disappointment in her eyes.That paragraph is heart-breaking and

[kerrymdb]

Oh thank you for mentioning the humor! I love mixing in a funny line here or there in a serious piece. I try very hard not to hit people over the head with the angst. :)

I'm so glad you enjoyed this piece! And thank you so much for your comments, especially about emotion. I really appreicate it!