pulitzer ;)
Pulitzer: Tell about/link a piece where you felt your writing was the best.
excuse me how dare u ask me this question u know i hate my writing
In all seriousness, I had to really sit down and think about this. You of all people know that I’m not exactly the most consistent of writers, and I tend to half-ass a lot of the things that are outside our joint WIPs.
I was super proud of this Blake post that I wrote for For Queen and Country, because reading back on it now I don’t feel like gouging out my eyes. I was really pleased with the way Blake was characterized, and how the actual writing was still solidly in her voice. i was also trying to be funny which clearly worked out very well /s
All of the writing we did for Post-Script (which I swear I’m going to post on this writeblr someday you guys, eventually… hopefully.) was also really great — granted, there are a lot of things I want to and will change for that WIP, but to this day it’s still fun to read back and really see what a no-outline type of writing process can do for us. Bonus points because I didn’t have to write real prose for it, since it’s letter writing.
Otherwise. Bruh. This banter we wrote for Morsmordre?
While three hours ago in a classroom several feet above their heads a Hufflepuff attempted to cross interhouse boundaries with a paper plane of exquisite craftsmanship, Caerwyn knew of a better, easier way to find true camaraderie in such dark times. He balled up a length of parchment, took aim, and lobbed the result across two half-empty lunch tables to hit a very specific Ravenclaw nerd.It was a time-tested method. It had worked to get Clara’s attention for years now.The moment something hit her head, Clara knew exactly what was going on. With a clatter, she dropped her quill onto the table and twisted around to face the tall Gryffindor with an annoyed stare. As she always ended up doing, she picked up the crumpled ball and walked over to Caerwyn and flicked it back into his face.“This better be good, Frost. I was making progress on my essay.”His ridiculously pleased grin answered her first.“How in Merlin’s name do you have an essay to do already?” Caerwyn asked, though he’d been in several classes with Clara earlier and the dreaded E-word was mentioned on several occasions. There wasn’t much to pay attention to during the first few days of classes, and especially not now when the teachers all seemed to have something else on their minds – no matter how they tried to hide it. “In fact, I don’t want to know. Ignorance is bliss.” He pushed himself up off the bench, slung his suspiciously light book-bag over his shoulder and gestured to the table behind him. “Take your lunch with you – we’re going a walk.” To emphasise the point of his own words, he grabbed an apple from the nearest fruit bowl (then rethought it, and took two with him instead).“Nothing good ever happens when you say that,” Clara complained, swiping a single peach regardless. As much as she grumbled about it, she had yet to turn down one of Caerwyn’s suggestions. A quick summoning spell sent her books straight into her arms, and she tucked her wand away into her robes. “Come find me on Thursday, I’ll help you with the History of Magic essay.”Caerwyn gasped. To say it was theatrical would imply that anything he did was free from the over-dramatisation. “The half-blood helping the boy from two exquisite wizarding lineages with History of Magic homework. What would our new friend Callisto Rowle say?” He backed out of the Great Hall, still facing her even as a throng of students passed by. “Although I do need it,” he agreed.“I think that Ms. Rowle would be far more concerned by the utter disappointment resulting from those two exquisite wizarding families.” Clara laughed, checking him with her hip as she walked past. “Perhaps the magical talent of those lineages skipped over the mighty Caerwyn Frost?”
“Have you even ever seen me duel?” He pressed a hand to his chest like an old dame shocked to the core by such disrespect.“The event on the train notwithstanding – that was messy. Messy and terrifying. Remind me to invite you to the next one this summer.” It was said so nonchalantly that even Caerwyn himself hadn’t realised that it slipped out; the concept of a friendship outside Hogwarts.
I peaked there, dude. I’m never going to write any better banter than that, I’m sorry. It’s all downhill from there… And that was like a year ago.
yes all of my best writing has been done with you, that’s not a coincidence
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