Title: A Clean Wound Fandom: Harry Potter Characters: Minerva McGonagall, OFC Rating: G Summary: One reaped what one sowed; that was the main lesson life had taught her. Notes: A much-delayed fic for
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Oh, Miss Morland, what a treasure of a story -- such a fitting, aching companion to the original, and well worth waiting for. Your style is so perfectly suited to the plot and character: quiet and restrained, yet intense and poetic, too. The opening scene, of vivid beauty set against resolute pragmatism, is so characteristic of both Morven and Minerva.
I love the way you show how similar they are, both neat, precise, and serious, letting so much that is important go unspoken. Yet there are the moments of lightness and connection, too, that make me both ache and yearn for both of them, knowing as I do how it all ends.
It's hard to separate out lines to quote, since the whole piece is so carefully well-knit that it can't easily be excerpted. Yet there are many stand-outs:
by memories that stirred and rose like an army of Inferi Great image, and so perfect for the moment and for the sort of memories that are on the move.
But what use was there in a ruined limb? Better to cut it off, then, than to drag it festering and rotten
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Thank you so much for such a lovely comment! I'm so glad you liked it, especially since you had to wait so long for it. (To be honest, most of my lateness stemmed from my trying to come up with a scenario for McG fic that you hadn't already read a thousand times... At least using my own OC/story 'verse was a means of making sure of that!)
knowing as I do how it all ends.
:-( Perhaps I should write a fix-it AU of my own story where they do meet and reconcile before it's too late -- or perhaps the Pottermore version is the less sad one, after all.
that determined, serious look on her face -- she would never be one to eschew responsibility, Morven thought, pride welling up in her chest. Certainly not one to eschew responsibility, no.
after all, there was nothing more useful to a Healer than knowing what it felt like to be sick, just as there was nothing or no one weaker than a creature that had never known pain. Well put. Looks like I'm not so weak. Though I'll always have a weakness for your writing. (;
Minerva bore it politely, though something about her reminded Morven of a cat being stroked against its fur. Ahahaha, perfect. And one of the risks of wearing one's hair in a plait as a child.
Your writing style is stunning as ever. The way you put together a sentence, whether descriptive or evocative or emotional or what-have-you, is always just-so; it's always a treasure to read.
I read through my comments on the original story and have some recollection of how it ends. This one fits in so beautifully--and so painfully, too.
Thanks so much for the lovely comment! So glad you enjoyed the story. <3 (Though now I feel a bit bad for writing such a sad story originally... Perhaps I should have done a fix-it instead!)
Oh, no, I think what you did is much more interesting! :D (Though you would have done the fix-it beautifully too, I know. (; ) The sad stories can be beautiful torture sometimes haha.
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I love the way you show how similar they are, both neat, precise, and serious, letting so much that is important go unspoken. Yet there are the moments of lightness and connection, too, that make me both ache and yearn for both of them, knowing as I do how it all ends.
It's hard to separate out lines to quote, since the whole piece is so carefully well-knit that it can't easily be excerpted. Yet there are many stand-outs:
by memories that stirred and rose like an army of Inferi
Great image, and so perfect for the moment and for the sort of memories that are on the move.
But what use was there in a ruined limb? Better to cut it off, then, than to drag it festering and rotten ( ... )
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knowing as I do how it all ends.
:-( Perhaps I should write a fix-it AU of my own story where they do meet and reconcile before it's too late -- or perhaps the Pottermore version is the less sad one, after all.
Anyway, thank you so much again! <3
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Certainly not one to eschew responsibility, no.
after all, there was nothing more useful to a Healer than knowing what it felt like to be sick, just as there was nothing or no one weaker than a creature that had never known pain.
Well put. Looks like I'm not so weak. Though I'll always have a weakness for your writing. (;
Minerva bore it politely, though something about her reminded Morven of a cat being stroked against its fur.
Ahahaha, perfect. And one of the risks of wearing one's hair in a plait as a child.
Your writing style is stunning as ever. The way you put together a sentence, whether descriptive or evocative or emotional or what-have-you, is always just-so; it's always a treasure to read.
I read through my comments on the original story and have some recollection of how it ends. This one fits in so beautifully--and so painfully, too.
Excellent work.
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