|Review:||teh tarik says:|
Lupin's Pottermore biography was indeed soul-crushing and your fic did absolutely nothing to alleviate that :( :( :( In fact, I'm going to bed feeling angsty :(
But honestly, ugh, such a perfect Remus oneshot; you capture all the miserable details of his miserable life so easily, and your opening sentence pretty much got my attention right away, sucked me right into the black hole of angst that is the centre of this fic. On Christmas morning the wolf breakfasted alone on condensation licked from the windows. Sorry I keep saying the word "angst", but that has got to be the angstiest opening sentence I've come across in a very long time!
I loved the parents, Hope and Lyall, the way you wrote them, how gentle they are with Remus and yet there is a general unhappiness about their little family - so sad, seeing how they're forced to live such isolated lives away from other people in order to hide their son's condition, or for general public safety.
He was gazing at the dead remains of that year's clematis when the back door opened; Mum stood on the doorstep, smiling at her twelve-year-old son. The smile did not quite reach her eyes.
'Iím off to bed,' she said. 'Happy Christmas, Remus.'
'Happy Christmas, Mum,' he said.
^ SERIOUSLY WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME WITH THIS BIT. I'm on the verge of crying ugh, ugh. That was such a heartbreaking moment, and it's worse because you just know how to go about showing it, how to not say things and just leave them there and generally make everything more depressing :(
Sorry if my review comes off as silly or incoherent. It's incredibly late where I'm at. But honestly, this is such an amazing oneshot, and I think I said this in my last review of another angsty piece of yours, but you really are a master of this genre, and I've been pretty much manipulated into a mess of feels with this little fic of yours.
Absolutely lovely writing, and I'm sure you'll do really well with the Duel. :) ♥
Author's Response: Hi Teh!
Oh my god, tell me about it. After I read it I wanted to just sit and stare into space for a thousand years, mouth open in a silent scream. WHY DO YOU DO THESE THINGS, JKR?
Awh, glad you liked the opening, despite the angst! I literally came up with it by staring at my window for ten minutes and going 'aha!! Condensation!'. The perks and perils of living in a 100 year old building with single glazed windows...in Scotland.
Teh, this isn't incoherent or silly at all! It's a wonderful review (you're good at that, leaving wonderful reviews). Thank you so so much (and I'm sorry I unleashed the feels) ♥ ♥ ♥