@jilychallenge | Partner: @blitheringmcgonagall | April 2023: Letters and Texting.
Prompt: First date - “ Words We Should Never Have Left Unsaid / P.S I Still Wait For You’.
I’m so sorry it’s late but I literally had to force this thing out of my birth canal. xoxo
Also mahoosive thanks to @blitheringmcgonagall who helped me decide the most embarrassing events to happen in chapter 1
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Words we should (never) have left unsaid
or
I just keep waiting for the day when I’m not an idiot around you.
If you asked James Potter if he loved the theatre, he would answer very diplomatically that ‘yeah, it was alright’, and ‘sometimes the tunes get stuck in your head, you know’, and ‘my mother brought me up on a diet of show tunes, I can’t help that I sing them out loud sometimes, God’.
As a matter of fact, being a naturally curious and inquisitive (and sometimes lonely) child, Euphemia Potter had enrolled her son into a summer of theatre classes in the hope that it would use up his endless energy and perhaps guide her son onto the path of acting so that she would always have some free theatre tickets. As naturally, if her son chose that path, she was sure he would succeed.
So when she was called into the theatre to ‘chat’ about James, she was surprised (yet also unsurprisingly unsurprised) to learn that James had gone AWOL for an hour, only to be found backstage watching the technical crew pull on the fly ropes for My Fair Lady – ‘accidentally mum, I swear!’ and had zero intention of retuning back to rehearsals about ‘being a tree in the ocean’ (James’ words). Euphemia Potter, being a woman of many talents, strong maternal instincts and an unprecedented prowess at sniffing out the places and things her son was interested in, managed to sweet talk the theatre into allowing her son to apprentice backstage on weekends, which lasted until he gained enough qualifications for him to earn a paid full-time technical position at the theatre.
And so, nearly 15 years later, James Potter found himself backstage during a performance of the touring production of Cats at the WNAC, having only just started the same week.
A few years ago he done a refresher training residential week and quickly became friends with an extremely tall Welsh man called Remus. They’d stayed in touch, Remus often staying at his and his best friends’ London flat whenever he was working on a production in the city, and a month ago Remus had been in touch about a technical position opening up at his venue. And James, looking for a change in life, scenery and jobs, had applied and got the job.
So here he was, backstage in the labyrinth of a new theatre, belting out Memory along with Grizabella who was singing over the tannoy.
‘Touch me’, he sang, ‘It’s so easy to leave meeee – oof!’.
Rounding a corner, James collided into something soft and firm. Someone, he mentally corrected. Something soft and warm and -
‘You’re dangerously close to my boob right now.’
‘Oh my god’ – James jumped as though he’d been shocked and stepped back quickly, and in doing so, walked into some lockers which lined the corridor.
His curses now joining the clang of the metal and Grizabella’s voice, he could swear the silence from this stranger was louder – or maybe that was his embarrassment he could hear. Blowing through the corridor like tumble-weed.
‘That’, the woman deadpanned, ‘was either incredibly bad timing or I need to make a trip to HR’.
James cringed. He could well imagine the phone call to his mother if she found out he’d been suspended in his first week pending investigation into inappropriate conduct.
‘Oh, it was definitely incredibly bad timing.’ He closed a locker door which had swung open with the force of his hit and had come to a stop near his ear but the locker door popped open again and slowly creaked to a stop. ‘I would never -’ he cut off, embarrassed, just as Grizabella let out another cry of ‘Touch me!’
The woman laughed – prettily, he thought, before internally berating himself; ‘Not the moment, Potter!’ - and motioned to his head, which he still had a held in his hand to soothe the pain from the locker.
‘Do you actually need me to have a look? I’m a first aider.’
‘That would only honestly make this situation more embarrassing,’ James said, grimacing at the thought, before shutting the locker door again, only to hear it pop open a second time, ‘so no, I’m good. But, thanks.’ He dropped his hand, even thought his head was still smarting.
‘Um, right. Okay, well,’ she gestured past James and towards the crew room. ‘Is Remus in there? I need to have a chat about finding the WOC’s Gobo - I think they’ve definitely misplaced it but they’re looking to blame someone...’
‘Oh, good luck.’ James said wryly, ‘I’ve been trying to find him for ages. I think he’s ignoring my texts because I thought his dinner was ravioli and not tortellini and God forbid I don't know my pasta. Also, if I deviate from this path that I've learned around the building, I just know I’m going to get lost.’
She laughed again, ‘Yeah, this place is a bit of a maze, but you get used to it pretty quickly. Mind, if you’re only here for a week, maybe you need to put some chalk on the walls or something?’
‘Oh, I’m not – I work here, I’m not with Cats.’
She looked at him for a beat, and then with some confusion asked him;
‘Oh, sorry. I just thought – I mean, I could hear you down the corridor singing all the lyrics’.
James flushed and laughed awkwardly, his hand making his way back to the base of his head, willing himself to rid the redness he could feel creeping its way up his neck.
‘It’s my mum’s favourite musical so..’ he trailed off, trying to laugh through a smile, which in hindsight, surely made him look even more bizzare.
‘Right.’ She said, and when the silence almost got too painful she added; ‘Um, well, I better get – I’ll just teams Rem...’ before starting to walk away.
And for some reason, some strange reason which made him question his sanity for the next 12 hours straight and sporadically for a good few days later, he saluted and called after her;
‘Cool, okay, well, bye. And sorry for almost touching your boob. I honestly wouldn’t - well, I mean, you do have nice boobs - not that I’ve looked! Or touched! God. Sorry.’ And with a final note of desperation he added, ‘Bye’. Then he turned around and promptly walked straight back into the locker door.
He could’ve sworn he saw a second bail of tumble weed blowing past in his mind’s eye. Along with an actual trickle of blood with passed his eye from the now angry looking cut above the eye socket.
Ten minutes later, patched up and with a first aid form sheepishly all filled out, he finally located Remus, and accosted him with a nonchalant (or so he thought), ‘Remus, who’s the woman that works here with ginger hair?’
Remus, put down his fork of butternut squash macaroni and said, ‘That’d be Lily Evans, Front of House and she’s not going to HR.’
‘How do you know?’ James cried and sunk into a chair in mortification.
Oooh yes! For this, I'm going off my personal headcanons that Dorcas is a Slytherin student (friends with Narcissa Black and Emma Vanity for a while) and Marlene's a Gryffindor!
First of all, the obvious and wholesome "everyone lives AU" needs a mention. Let them be happy after the war, let them be alive and rebuild their lives.
"Dorcas and Marlene live and raise Harry together" AU is also cute but a little less so because everyone else is still dead and imprisoned, but still!
AU where Dorcas is a spy for the order (because of her old school connections) and Marlene is her point of contact. Bickering, trust issues, a moment where someone's life depends on the other. Beautiful.
Childhood friends to enemies when they get to Hogwarts to lovers when they leave and join the order together. When they get sorted differently and Dorcas thrives in Slytherin, there's resentment between them because "how can you stand Vanity and Shafiq? and Black?!" and Marlene joins the order shortly after Hogwarts. Dorcas joins a little bit later when she realises how many of her peers are getting involved in the Death Eater cult and wants to do something to stop them. It takes them a while to get back their old trust and friendship, and then it blossoms into something more.
The always reliable "no war AU", of course. It takes them longer to get together in this, because there's no order to connect them, but Dorcas takes up the invention of potions and spells in search of the roots of magic, and maybe Marlene's an auror who's getting tired of having to come knocking when Dorcas' experiments go awry.
This has nothing to do with HP, but I also want an "Anne Bonny and Mary Reed" style pirate AU for them, just saying.
James walked in to the dorm after a long Quidditch practice, feeling tired and sore, and more than ready to get into bed and remain unconscious until breakfast.
He did not expect to find Remus scrambling up from Sirius's bed, looking flushed, with an even more flushed Sirius lying there, shirt unbuttoned and panting slightly.
James raised his raised his eyebrow at the pair, causing Remus to attempt to straighten his clothes and come up with the worst excuse he had every heard- "I fell..."
I saw you mention Boys Don’t Cry as a potential Wolfstar song. Have you read Boys Don’t Cry? It’s a fic about the prank based on the lyrics and it has pre Wolfstar. It’s awesome unless you are a Snape stan, as good as TLE and that’s saying a lot. It’s by @blitheringmcgonagall who is one of my favorite authors here and I always rec her and @chdarling to everyone as they are both awesome?
I wasn’t aware of that one, but I definitely will read it now! Thank you so much for the rec!!! Boys Don’t Cry is THE song for me for post-prank pre-Wolfstar, so kudos to you for recognizing that perfection, @blitheringmcgonagall.
I already have We Can Be Heroes on my to-read list and am really looking forward to it as I’ve only heard wonderful things, but I haven’t read it yet either. 😬 I’m one of those people who has no willpower for this sort of thing and ignores exhaustion and obligations once I’m deep in a longfic, so I have to time reading them carefully. I also already know that A Little Risk will be very much my thing once I get to it!
(BM, I don’t know if it’s flattering to be told that someone is genuinely excited to read your work but hasn’t yet, but I hope it is. I mean it to be! I’ve just been short on fic reading time this summer/fall since I became aware of your fics.)
No, you may not agree, which is fine, but I personally don’t.
When Snape finds out from Dumbledore that Harry has to die to defeat Voldemort, he says.
“I thought... all these years... that we were protecting him for her. For Lily.”
Snape looks horrified when Dumbledore explains everything to him, but his reply is very telling.
“You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment? ... You have used me... Everything was supposed to keep Lily Potter’s son safe”.
“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy after all?”
“For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”
The doe...
“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.
There was a brilliant post I read about this somewhere that said Harry was nothing more than the last living connection to his “lost love”, and when he died, he didn’t use his last breath to apologise to Harry for how he treated him, he just wanted to look in her eyes one last time. Which I don’t find romantic, I find it a bit creepy.
I don’t like always I much prefer until the very end.
184 notes • Posted 2021-04-10 14:46:49 GMT
#4
Congrats!! Prompt: Lily + green + bittersweet
@elizabeth-dicewielder i hope you like this!!
“Congrats, Potter!”
“Well done, Captain!”
“Excellent match, James, you deserved the win!”
“Gryffindor for the win! Prongs, you wonderful, fucking talented bastard!”
Lily snorted to herself as she watched Sirius Black shove aside the groupie that had been hounding his friend since he had entered the Gryffindor Common Room. He smacked James Potter on the back and the two boys embrace enthusiastically.
“You were on the team too, you idiot!” James laughed.
“You won the game for us!” Sirius Beamed back. “Here, have some firewhisky, you deserve it.”
He shoved a bottle of the amber liquid at Potter, who grinned and raised it, clinking Sirius’s glass.
“Cheers! Here’s to beating those Ravenclaws!”
Lily let her eyes linger on the Captain’s muscular forearms, on his athletic shoulders, which looked ready to burst through his skin-tight quidditch uniform, the way it hugged the outline of his pecs and abdominal muscles, his muscular calves, his-
“Lily, you’re staring.”
Mary MacDonald’s voice sounded amused. Even now Lily was reluctant to tear her eyes away.
“Very obviously staring. You seem very, er, thirsty. Shall we get you a drink?”
Mary was outright laughing at her. Lily’s sharp elbow dug into her annoying friend’s side and Mary yelped in surprise.
“I’ll get it myself, you muppet!” Lily said, trying to keep her expression neutral even as she felt herself turning red.
“You’re very pretty when you blush, Evans.”
She turned around, heat rising, and gave Sirius Black a condescending glance, before downing an entire glass of firewhisky in one go. The golden liquid made her throat burn, her eyes sting. She didn’t splutter or cough once. She watched Sirius’ gaze, impressed, his expression softening a bit.
“Fuck off,” she said, when she could speak.
“Don’t you like being complimented?” he said with a smirk.
“Not particularly,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes good naturedly. “Would you like it if I said you were looking pretty?”
He made a face.
“Not particularly,” he said, laughing.
She laughed too, twisting the glass in her hand.
“You do look well, Evans,” the dark haired boy said. “Trying to impress anyone?”
She had worn a muggle outfit, a long, boho dress in very fine crepe de chine polyester fabric with swirls of sea green, bright pink, cornflower blue. Her hair was long and wavy, the dark auburn colour highlighting her emerald eyes. She had worn it become she looked almost ethereal in it, stunning, and because...
Her eyes fell on the Gryffindor captain again, who was linking arms with a tall, dark-haired witch, a Seventh Year girl, who was also on the Quidditch team. She looked wonderful and they looked well together, happy, laughing, contented.
She had only found out they were dating when she had seen Potter pull her in for a quick kiss. Dorcas had confirmed it, sensitively. She had dropped her glass of butterbeer, smashing it on the floor. And replaced it with something stronger.
“They look well together,” she said.
She was still twisting the glass in her hand.
Sirius looked over at his friend. He shrugged his shoulders.
“She’s great,” he said. Noncommittal.
“I’m glad he’s happy.”
If Fifth Year Lily could have seen herself now at the start of Seventh Year, the bittersweet tone of her voice, longing in her eyes, brooding facial expression... she’s have been stunned.
“You are in your arse,” said Sirius.
She stared back at him, preparing herself to look highly offended. But...
“Come on, Evans, don’t be a coward,” Sirius Black’s grey eyes flashing, full of challenge.
“Look. I’m glad he’s happy, I’m not lying, alright? I just... I just wish I was the one making him happy. Satisfied?”
She sighed and poured herself another drink. She couldn’t believe she had just said it. Must be the alcohol.
“That’s my girl, a true Gryffindor,” Sirius said, his grey eyes alight now, twinkling dangerously.
“If you fucking say a word to him, I swear to you-“
“My lips are sealed, Evans,” he said, putting his arm around her and squeezing her shoulder tightly. “He’s my best friend, but that doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot. And anyway, we’re friends too now, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, I think we are, Padfoot,” she said, using the nickname she had heard for the past two years.
“One of these days I’ll explain where that comes from,” Sirius said, barking a laugh as he took her hand and led her to the centre of the Common Room, where numerous couples had started to slow dance. “Sometimes When We Touch” came on the magical record player.
“Come on then, Evans, a dance for old time’s sake, seeing as we’re mates. It’ll cheer you up. Do it for me. I’m thwarted in love and drowning my own sorrows. Help a chap, would you?”
“Oh?” she was surprised that the suave, charming but aloof boy was opening up to her of all people. He hadn’t liked her last year, but they had grown closer since then, realising they had much in common.
“Oh fine, Sirius, just because you asked nicely,” she said, pushing his arm playfully, slightly less morose than before.
“Excellent,” he said, putting his arms around her waist.
She didn’t see the flash of mischief in his eyes.
The lyrics played...
At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly
At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by
At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again
James Potter was now staring at his attractive friend, holding onto Evans’ waist, Evans who looked bloody gorgeous in her beautiful muggle dress, like a vision... wait, what? And Sirius still wearing his tight Quidditch gear, which for some bloody stupid godforsaken reason he seemed to have charmed to fit him too tightly, look at his bloody arse that was fucking ridiculous, and WHAT DO YOU MEAN “THEN THE PASSION FLARES”!?!?!
Lily Evans had her head on Sirius’ chest, a glass of firewhisky still in her hand, the other one looping casually around his friend’s neck. Occasionally they murmured something between them, both of them giggling aloud, intimate, serene. Playfully swatting each other, Sirius whispering in her ear, Lily’s neck arching backwards, her eyes closed blissfully...
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you 'til I die
'Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you 'til the fear in me subsides
Sirius caught him staring and smiled back, smug, with a barely raised eyebrow.
James stared back, raising both brows, surprise, trying a feigned indifference. Trying, and failing.
What the fuck, his look said, I didn’t know you fancied Lily?
Maybe I do, Sirius Black’s eyes challenged. You’re over her anyway.
Potter sweeps a hand over his face in desperation.
197 notes • Posted 2021-05-14 17:13:12 GMT
#3
Omg! Yes please please please can we see more James doing cringy pickup lines?!
Maybe like ...It’s handy that I have my library card because I’m totally checking you out... Feel like Remus would feature somehow in this too maybe...
I don’t know if this is for me or maybe meant to be for @questions-forthe-marauders but either way (imagine their cute cartoon marauders okay??) …
Lily walking towards them, in slow mo, hair flicking to the side…
James: I’m gonna say something cool, like really cool, okay? Watch me!
Remus: yeah, sure
Also Remus: 😬
James (as Lily walks by): *casually leans against lamp-post*
James: Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?
Lily: eyes widen
Lily: raises right eyebrow
Remus: *places hand in front of his face*
James: *loses his balance, falls over, lands at Lily’s feet
James: I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you.
Lily looking at Remus: *trying not to laugh*
James: *attempted grin*
Later that day…
James (whisper shouting to Remus): There she is! Okay, what do I say now? I need a cool pick up line, Moony, pleeeeeease!!
Remus: Er - if you were a triangle, you’d be acute one
James: What!?
Remus: Alright, what about this - it’s handy I have my library card because I’m totally checking you out?
Remus: *eyes straying to Sirius’ face*
Sirius: *looking at Remus with heart eyes*
Remus: *looks at Sirius*
Remus: Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be what they call fine print
Sirius: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
James: I dunno, sounds too Moony!
Sirius: *looking at Remus*
Sirius: Oh by the way, I’m wearing that smile you gave me.
Remus: ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
Lily walks by…
James: *heart eyes*
James: adfhklgfhjk (incomprehensible jibberish)
Lily: *turns to look at him*
James: *blushes furiously*
Lily to James: Let’s flip a coin. Head, and I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.
James: *blinks a few times*
James: 😱😍!!!!!!!!!!!
(I’m sorry this would be a billion times better if @questions-forthe-marauders was doing it!!)
210 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 22:10:27 GMT
#2
Do you have a master list of your fics?
I keep meaning to do one, but I don’t! So thank you! I’ll do it here and pin it.
We Can Be Heroes canon marauders fic, from 6th year till 31st Oct 1981, with a happy ending... my favourite
A Little Risk my current WIP, an anti-fascist, murder mystery marauders AU - Remus is a Jewish detective in 1930s England, the Duke of Grimmauld is murdered and he is asked to investigate, Lily Evans as P.I. joins the case. Doctor Potter and the Duke’s eldest son are suspects. Who is the murderer??
Maybe I Waited Too Long - A Marauders Medical AU - Dr. James Potter and Dr. Sirius Black had gotten their lives and careers back on track after the nightmare that followed the collapse of Slytherin Pharmaceuticals, and moved abroad to work in Dublin to get away from painful memories. But they find themselves confronted by their past, their lost loves and arch enemies.
Prongs, What Did You Do? Sirius wants to make Jily happen and James wants to make Wolfstar happen. Neither couple look like they will ever get together, so they both independently decide to take matters into their own hands, like good Wingmen...
Evans Strikes Back (one shot) Sirius burst out laughing.“Touché, darling,” he said. “Although I think that I fit the part of Han Solo so much better than Prongsie here?”His grey eyes sparkled as he winked at Lily.“Well, obviously,” said Lily, matter-of-factly, popping a handful of crisps into her mouth.“Huh?” said James, looking between them in horror. “That’s… that’s so not true!”
All Too Well Prompt: Wolfstar angst - Snape gives Sirius an ultimatum.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Wolfnoote James and Harry make Wolfstar happen... very fluffy!
The Very End the canon marauders ending/ 31st October 1981 ... ugh, in three parts: Jily, Sirius POV and Remus POV - very bloody tragic
Nah, He Didn't Lily talks to a cute black dog about James Potter... fluffy BlackEvans
The End of a Serene Quarantine (aka: Why The Hell Did Lockdown Have To End) Wolfstar get together fluff
Birthday Blues Sirius turns 60! Wolfstar fluff
The Last Laugh James is embarrassed, friends make it worse and then better
Minding Harry babysitting fluff
More on ao3 at YouBlitheringIdiot
Thanks for making me do this!
364 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 19:27:10 GMT
#1
Dumbledore tells Snape that Harry is more like his mother than his father.
“In looks perhaps, but his deepest nature are much more like his mother’s.”
In fact in relation to his looks he keeps mentioning “he has her eyes” and doesn’t mention that aside from that he looks very like his father.
When Dumbledore is talking to Harry, he never compares him to Lily. In fact the one time he compares Harry to his parents, he compares him to James (end of Prisoner of Azkaban).
Why? Because he was trying to manipulate Snape into helping him. And so he purposely downplayes Harry’s similarities to James Potter, knowing how much Snape still detested his memory.
James’ friends who also knew Lily, but knew James longer and better, only compare him to James. That isn’t surprising I suppose, you could say they were biased.
However, even Hagrid only compares Harry to James.
So what is the truth? I think he is meant to be a lot like both of them.
I think he has Lily’s cheekiness and sass. Slughorn says she was cheeky and popular. She slags James off and he has no smart comebacks. She tells Snape to wash his pants when he calls her a mudblood.
Harry’s very kind and compassionate. I think Lily was too. I also think making up excuses for Snape for years is part of that side of hers, a tendency to stand up for the underdog even if it’s not very sensible or safe at times. Harry does that too, helping the trapped snake escape, helping Dobby, being decent to Moaning Myrtle, saving the Hippogriff.
Sometimes Harry loses the plot, for example when he trashes Dumbledore’s office, ranting about having had enough. I think that’s Lily too, the part that lost it with James when he was using Levicorpus on Snape.
But Harry is like James too. He’s a bit reckless, recklessly brave too, risking his life for his friends and for his enemies. He’s adventurous and constantly breaking the rules, a fact that Snape detests! He’s incredibly close to his friends and loyal to them, loyal to a fault, as James was. After all, James’ Achilles’ heel was his loyalty to his friends, his honour.
"No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.”
James may have been a dick when he was a younger teen, but he was never prejudiced. In fact he actively supported muggleborns and fought against pureblood supremacy. He never once considered ditching Remus because he was a werewolf, and in fact he and his friends went to extraordinary lengths to become animagi and support him during the full moon. Harry was completely unprejudiced too.
James was generous. He and his family took Sirius in eagerly after he ran away from home and was disowned and James supported Remus financially during the First Wizarding War. Harry has that same generosity, despite being poor and neglected all his life till he goes to Hogwarts, he mostly wants to buy stuff for other people with his money - he wants to help the Weasleys, Ron, Fred and George...
James comes across as having no chill and terrible flirting skills in canon. Harry ... okay, yes, definitely some similarities here, lol!
James was a very skilled wizard, think of the fact he and his friends become animagi at a young age, and the map! It took a lot of work and determination. Harry and his friends uncover lots of secrets and learn very difficult magic to beat Voldemort.
Both Lily and James were very skilled duellers and Voldy tried to recruit them. Harry is exceptionally skilled for his age and duels Voldy and eventually Voldy’s defeat is in no small part due to him.
James and Lily are willing to sacrifice their futures, and any potential careers and dreams, to fight Voldy and save others. Both die trying to save their family. Harry is willing to die in order to save everyone, and breaks it off with Ginny so she can get on with her life while he goes off to find the Horcruxes and tries to save everyone else’s futures.
Harry is his own wonderful person. And he has both his parents in him. As Sirius Black says, “The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here”. They are both with him, until the very end.
22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?
Sometimes. If I'm working on a fic, I will often do a reread/skim before I move on to the next chapter, despite having an outline. I like to remind myself of the tone! As for my completed/published fics, not at the moment; they haven't been up for long enough I don't think but maybe one day I'll be brave about it and try not to pick it apart too much.
7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?
So thinking about the comments I've had on my work to date, most of them say that my writing is quite atmospheric/evocative? I have quite a visual imagination; I did a film degree (a million years ago) and I think I focus quite a lot on building atmosphere through senses and descriptions of surroundings and how space can make the body feel, how it can alter perception and psychology. I'm also big on thinking about time and memory when I write.
4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like).
Ooh. Okay, let me see here... this is from my current WIP on ao3, Led by Light, which I'm having a very nice time writing indeed. I have a bit of a crush on my Sirius in this, he has a duality to his character that is fun to write but also very sad; a closeted young man in the early 60s, forced to live a lie and hide who he is from his family and from the world. And he meets Remus, and Remus gets to see who he really is, gets to know him in ways only a precious few are able. I had a lot of fun portraying that here:
It hadn’t been the sophisticated, mysterious man from Boswells that Remus had fallen in love with, the one with the coat and the gloves and the impossibly black hair and shiny shoes, the young solicitor who had taken him to an expensive steak restaurant to try and woo him. It had been the man Remus met after that, the man who really was just a young man, a boy, like him; wild and funny and unruly, with a penchant for American blues and shaking his longer hair out to spite his parents, who climbed trees and fell into muddy lakes and laughed about it, who gifted Remus with morally questionable literature and smoked grass with him in the bath, who introduced him to coffee bars and wild parties full of bright young things.
Today we say a big thank you to the actual angel that is @blitheringmcgonagall The gods of fanfic blessed the Marauders and hp fandom with you I swear! I've seen you encourage countless writers and artists and any type of content creators. The positivity you bring to the fandom is immaculate. You have been there for me from start, like literally the first person I messaged on here and if you hadn't encouraged me to write fanfics, I don't know if I would have which is honestly a jarring thought. You've always helped me feel confident in my writing by leaving such great comments on my wolfstar and jily fics and then you even read some of my pynch ones even without reading the books!! Just thank you for always being such a kind person and a great friend! 💕💕
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