Oh my goodness. I was totally not expecting this at all when I read the summary! I'm actually not sure what I was expecting, but my god, woman, the things you do to my heart.
I love how you alternate your scenes between the bar and the street, how we see this event that we all know so well from two Muggle bystanders who know nothing about magic.
I think giving a name to the woman, watching her enjoy simple, mundane things, makes it a lot harder to bear when she dies in the explosion. I expected it, but it doesn't make it any less sad. And Andrew Allen was sweet. His grief for the woman that he barely knew was touching.
I think I loved the scenes with the barman the most, though. Cleaning glasses that were already clean, just for something to do. Trying to start a conversation with his lone patron, feeling that as a bartender, he needed to be a friend to all those and trying to reach out to his frightened, nervous patron. It was all so well-written, and we get an idea that it's Peter there, hiding...from his avoidance about the gas explosion, the tension, the fear. Then when he leaves, the missing finger...everything just comes together and oh my god, this story is perfect.
Seriously, can you write anything terribly? Just to make me feel better about myself? I adored this, and no wonder it was Featured One-Shot.
I just fall more and more in love with your writing every time I read something new.
Author's Response: Here is a complimentary box of Band-Aids for your heart. ♥ But you should know by now that some of the things I write aren't the happiest ever... Odd, of course, since I like to think I'm generally a positive and happy person, but there we have it!
ToujoursPadfoot wanted to read this, and I'm so glad she prompted me to write it for her, because I'm very pleased with the way it turned out. :) I think the barman bits are my favorite, too, because they sort of connected and built up the suspense, I feel. And they're what kept me moving, too, those bits. Win-win!
Missy, you lovely person. ♥ I really, really cannot tell you what these reviews mean to me, and from an author I in turn admire, no less. You continually make my day, and I am very, very glad we have become friends.