Aargh! I was nearly done with my feedback when the window did its blue-screen-of-death dance.
Anyway, this (of course) will not be as articulate, but let me try to recreat the squee I lost to the electron void.
As I was saying, I adored your descriptive imagery from the first paragraphs. phrases that sing, like his Leviathan-equal wake, becoming unintentional flotsam, the door to his private quarters ricocheting into the doorframe, useful until proven dead..
I think you did an exquisite job with your theme - not a common one I've read, at least. And this: “Everyone is addicted to something. I’m sure death will cure it, though.” , just really set it off to perfection.
And the way Lupin asks for the potion from the first part - the one that hooked Sirius - just closes the circle perfectly.
You did yourself proud! And excellent trio of fics.
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Anyway, this (of course) will not be as articulate, but let me try to recreat the squee I lost to the electron void.
As I was saying, I adored your descriptive imagery from the first paragraphs. phrases that sing, like his Leviathan-equal wake, becoming unintentional flotsam, the door to his private quarters ricocheting into the doorframe, useful until proven dead..
I think you did an exquisite job with your theme - not a common one I've read, at least. And this: “Everyone is addicted to something. I’m sure death will cure it, though.” , just really set it off to perfection.
And the way Lupin asks for the potion from the first part - the one that hooked Sirius - just closes the circle perfectly.
You did yourself proud! And excellent trio of fics.