Paper Aeroplanes - The Commentary
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teleskopos You can read the original here.
I've never done a fic commentary before. In honour of Tonks, I think I shall put the comments in purple (I know, but purple is easier to read than pink), that is if I can figure out how to do purple in html code. If you are reading this right now and notice that it isn't in purple, I think it's safe to assume that I couldn't get it to work and gave up.
~*~*~*~ I haven't done a break like that in fic for ages. I got out of the practice, I think, with Goyle's War since I didn't want to anyone to figure out it was me that wrote that from section breaks alone. Ever since I've been a --- girl.
First thing I remember about this fic is that I thought of it during exams. I'm one of those people who finds it very easy to write fanfic when I shouldn't be writing and it very difficult to write fanfic when I should be writing fanfic (as rare as those occurrences are). Lately when I've been writing essays, I usually have the essay open in one window and the latest mind-devouring plot bunny open in another.
Anyway, as I was saying, I came up with this idea when I was studying, and a good portion of it was written either on a piece of paper while I was studying or in my head during the exam itself. I got the whole thing down and posted it the day after.
The paper dart did a few loop-the-loops in the space between the bookcases before its intended target was spotted. For the final time it arched into the air, nearly touching the ceiling before it turned into a low, fast swoop heading straight towards its victim at velocity. I think this may be the best opening I have ever written. I can see it like a movie, the camera following the paper dart and it's target, Remus Lupin, slowly coming into focus.
Remus never saw it coming until it sped past his nose, missing him only by a few centimetres.
“Bloody he-Merlin!” he exclaimed sharply. Tonks grinned devilishly at him from her spot at the issuing desk and added Remus’ inability to swear in a completely empty library to her mental list of things she would not miss about Remus Lupin.
“Constant vigilance,” she announced, mimicking her mentor. I'm not sure if I ever put this in fiction, but Tonks was always the protégée of Mad-Eye in my personal canon. I was so stoked when reading DH that it became canon. It one of the few things I liked about what JKR did with Tonks in DH. Anyway, Tonks failing to figure out that her old friend was actual an impostor made it into Unravelling
“What was that for?” he asked.
“If you’re going to be a teacher then you’re going to have to get used to being attacked by random pieces of paper,” she said, waving her wand and getting the paper dart to fly slowly into her free hand.
“Well that was rather childish and not particularly well thought out,” he commented as the pulled up a chair next to her and nabbed their floor's copy of The Daily Prophet out from where she had been reading it.
Tonks decided it was rather childish, but she was in an odd mood at the moment. Remus’ news this morning had been brilliant. Finally he would have a full time job with access to wolfsbane and would get to teach, something he loved. He would make an excellent teacher and with the parade of sub-par talent she’d had teaching her Defence, a good teacher in that position was exactly what Hogwarts needed. Particularly when I consider how long I actually worked on this fic (next to no time) I'm surprised now about how well it is actually written. Maybe I should give my writing ability more credit.
But still, something had been bothering her ever since he had told her and she did not know what it was. She could not remember feeling this bad when Charlie had announced he was going to Romania and she had spent far more time around him then she did around Remus. Remus was just her co-worker and sort of a friend. A guy that laughed at her jokes and helped her out every now an again. Nothing more.
Having thought about it further, she had put it down to not liking the change. Tonks liked the few constants in her life. Whether it be Mad-Eye’s Monday morning anti-imperius interrogations or her parent’s demands of a visit and a family meal on a Wednesday evening or going down to the Merry Muggle and getting sloshed every Friday with the rest of the Auror trainees. It was sudden onset old-fogyism she decided. I really like that bit 'sudden onset old-fogyism'. It's one of those things I may use again someday.
The Merry Muggle never made it into my fanfiction, but I had it all designed in my head. It was very much a Muggle pub in the style of Irish and English pubs are outside of their respective countries (I think it's wonderful that no matter where you go in the world, there always seems to be an Irish pub). There would be all sorts of oddities on the wall, including a display of lightbulbs – not plugged into anything, just decorating the place with their shape. The Aurors in Tonks' intake had a regular spot, underneath a poster of Paul Simonon smashing his guitar – the London Calling album cover. Tonks was always a Clash fan in my mind, as was Sirius (they bonded over it). Remus liked Pink Floyd.
Well that was it then, she concluded. She was just becoming old before her time. And the easy solution to that problem was an instant shot of immaturity and firing a paper dart made out that morning's front page of the Prophet at the source of her frustration made her feel slightly better, though only slightly.
She glanced over to Remus to see if he was sulking at her actions. Unpredictable sense of humour was another of his many flaws(I'm correcting my spelling in this one) But rather then reading the paper like she had expected him to be, Remus seemed to be in the middle of a transfiguration project. Tonks stared over his shoulder as the newspaper took on the form of some kind of flat bird.
“What on earth are you making?” she asked.
“This,” Remus replied, his mind very much on the transfiguration and not her, “is a Lancaster B-two bomber.” My father taught me everything I know about Lancaster B-Two bombers.
“Alright,” she answered, having no idea what on earth he was talking about but making a guess that this something to do with her dart.
“My Grandfather on my Mother’s side was a Muggle and a long time ago he built them for the War. When I was in Hogwarts I found a way to carry on the tradition,” he added with pride in his voice. Tonks had the distinct feeling she was in for it now.
And that it how Remus managed to become a member of the Marauder gang. I figured he needed some kind of skill that would impress Sirius and Peter, and being from wizarding families, its something they would never think of
“You do realise when you’re a teacher that attacking your students back isn’t an option,” she replied
Remus finished and with a smile leaned back in his chair. “Of course.”
“You should be giving me a detention, or threatening to dock house points,” she added.
Remus pointed his wand at his creation and it begun sliding down the issuing desk, picking up speed as it pass her and taking off into the air.
“Yes. But unfortunately for you, you’re not my student,” he replied with a sly smile across his face.
Tonks was not having this. She grabbed her dart and threw it into the air. Catching it with a levitation charm it was under her command once again, changing direction with the flick of her wrist. The bomber circled overhead while she kept the dart circling close by her. I have no idea where I got the idea of magical paper aeroplanes from. Possibly the Prisoner of Azkaban movie.
“You can’t do this a Hogwarts,” she said, eyes not leaving Remus’ creation. “And no more dark arts debates. No more practicing duelling in the shelves.” She would very much miss all of those herself.
There was never any people in that library. The Ministry required everyone to register every dark arts book they took out so nobody bothered.
“The duelling idea was yours as I recall,” he replied, watching his paper plane circle around them.
“Hey, it takes two to duel,” she answered.
Finally, Remus made his move. The plane lowered, heading down towards her. Tonks sent her dart straight for it attempting to knock it off course. The mid-air collision countered Tonks’ charm and sent her dart hurtling towards the shelves while the bomber continued on its course for her head.
“Hey!” she screamed as it felt pass within a centimetre of her hair.
Glaring at Remus; whom she had never before seen looking so smug; she tried to see where her dart had gone. It was out of sight and out of sight meant out of wand range.
“This is really immature,” she said trying to get him to relent his planes attacks. “You’re supposed to be a responsible authority figure.” And there we have the prompt! I have a funny relationship with challenge prompts, very rarely is the connection with the fic idea very clear.
“Really,” he replied as the plane made another swoop and Tonks was forced jumped down of her chair and duck under the desk to not get hit.
“We’re in a library,” she hissed hoping to appeal to his quiet nature.
“An empty library and if you were so worried about that then you wouldn’t have started it,” he replied, his voice coming from high since she could no longer see his head from where she was seated, just his legs and torso. “Besides, if you are going to be an Auror, you’re going to have to get used to being laid siege to by transfigured artefacts.”
I really love Tonks getting her just deserts. And very rarely do I write Remus being immature.
“Relent?” he added. Oh, Remus. Why did you have to walk out on your pregnant wife in DH? It's been a year and I still haven't forgiven you for that. (Also, thanks for ruining my OTP by making Remus a deadbeat Dad, JRK.)
Tonks looked around the ground for something, anything to send at the bomber, but there was nothing. Bloody Remus and his love of a clean workspace, she thought. Tonks decided she would not miss that.
“You’ve used all the paper, haven’t you?” she asked from her spot.
“Yes. And I’m not particularly inclined to get you some more since you’ve been questioning my ability to behave like an adult,” he replied. That dialogue is so very me and so not Remus. Harry Potter fic drives me nuts just a little because the characters don’t have voices. With TV and film fandoms, they have the actor's voices in my head, but in Harry Potter they all sound like me. And sometimes I get bored of the sound of my own internal voice. This may be one of the reasons I never get far with original fiction.
Realising she was well and truly beat, Tonks decided it was time to relent. “Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“You don’t want me to go and work at Hogwarts, do you?” he asked with a more thoughtful tone in his voice.
“I do,” she replied from her spot under the desk. “I think it’s brilliant. I really do.”
“But you still don’t want me to go,” he said as if he were thinking to himself.
She let out a sigh. Tonks realised the truth was the only way to appease her tormentor. “I don’t want things to change.”
Remus got up out of his seat and walked past her and out from behind the desk.
She had said something stupid, she thought. Without his face or voice she could not tell if he was angry or upset. Tonks panicked. Upsetting or angering him was not what she had intended, she really did not want him to leave thinking less of her. Tonks realised that to be honest with herself, she had no idea what she wanted. “Damn it,” she whispered under her breath.
Jumping out from under the desk she called out after him, “Wait, Remus. Where are you going?”
He turned around and to her great relief gave her a small smile. “Downstairs to see if I could get some more parchment. I think I’ll make you a Spitfire and try and make our dogfight a bit more fair.” And there is the strangest bit of symbolism I have ever used. Remus is a B2 bomber. Tonks is a spitfire. Why comparing ones lover to a World War Two plane does not appear more in love poetry I do not know ;)
Just then the bomber made another pass for her head and Tonks was forced to quickly duck under the desk again.
“You really are one of a kind,” Remus called from the other end of the room. “A metamorphmagus that’s afraid of change.”
“I’m not afraid of bloody change,” she called after him. She is. Or at least she is when I write her. The thing that's fun about writing Tonks is that we really don't know enough about her in canon so you can put your own spin on Tonks. I gave her a lot of my own anxieties and goals, but this gives me problems. I don't think there's much of me in her, but arguably she's my Mary Sue or self-insert or at least my avatar in Harry Potter fiction. Which is why I'm a bit uncomfortable with people telling me I write a great in-character Tonks. But then, she's also the closest character in Harry Potter fanfiction to my age and my anxieties are similar to what most people my age go through, so maybe she's not just me. But you can imagine this is one of the reasons why I didn't take to DH well. “I’ll just miss you. That’s all,” she added truthfully and at a volume with the benefit solely for herself.
Having her completely confused. Another thing Tonks decided she would not miss about Remus Lupin.
Tonks popped her head out from under the desk and watched the plane circling overhead. Right, she decided, Remus had two minutes to return before his Lancaster bomber was going to have to see how well it stood against a stunner.
The End.
So this fic is part of a large verse (which I've dubbed the library verse). The Ropes comes before it and Auror Disciplinary Committee Case comes after it (although Unravelling is next chronologically). There are three fics between this and Auror that never got written.
1. An epistolary fic, letters Remus and Tonks sent each other while he was teaching. Part of it included a plan by Tonks to make Snape jealous of Remus. She would transform in Rita Hayworth and pretend to be Remus' girl friend.
2. A post PoA fic in which Remus and Tonks get into a fight over Sirius and stop speaking to each other. Tonks, who spend most of her life hating Sirius for what she thought he did, can't accept so readily that he might be innocent.
3. Set during GoF Tonks gets sent to Albania by the Ministry to investigate the disappearance of whatshername (the woman Wormtail tortured to learn about Barty Crouch Jr), in order to shut Dumbledore up about it. Remus is sent along by Dumbledore to make sure Tonks doesn't meet the same fate as Professor Quirrel. Tonks discovers on her own that Wormtail is indeed alive and Sirius innocent. But nobody believes her when she arrives back in London. This is the even that prompted her to join the Order of the Phoenix.
Tonks also had numerous adventures while working with Remus in the library. In her first year of Auror training she investigated a crime ring taking place in Muggle night clubs. In her second year Lucius Malfoy after learning about her abilities decides to welcome her into the family and pay for her Auror fees which she, after some consideration, rejects.
Anyway, I like this fic a lot. Very often I hate what I write, but this really isn't crap at all. And on that rather poorly written and not all that brilliant revelation, I shall draw this commentary to an end.
teleskopos You can read the original here.I've never done a fic commentary before. In honour of Tonks, I think I shall put the comments in purple (I know, but purple is easier to read than pink), that is if I can figure out how to do purple in html code. If you are reading this right now and notice that it isn't in purple, I think it's safe to assume that I couldn't get it to work and gave up.
First thing I remember about this fic is that I thought of it during exams. I'm one of those people who finds it very easy to write fanfic when I shouldn't be writing and it very difficult to write fanfic when I should be writing fanfic (as rare as those occurrences are). Lately when I've been writing essays, I usually have the essay open in one window and the latest mind-devouring plot bunny open in another.
Anyway, as I was saying, I came up with this idea when I was studying, and a good portion of it was written either on a piece of paper while I was studying or in my head during the exam itself. I got the whole thing down and posted it the day after.
The paper dart did a few loop-the-loops in the space between the bookcases before its intended target was spotted. For the final time it arched into the air, nearly touching the ceiling before it turned into a low, fast swoop heading straight towards its victim at velocity. I think this may be the best opening I have ever written. I can see it like a movie, the camera following the paper dart and it's target, Remus Lupin, slowly coming into focus.
Remus never saw it coming until it sped past his nose, missing him only by a few centimetres.
“Bloody he-Merlin!” he exclaimed sharply. Tonks grinned devilishly at him from her spot at the issuing desk and added Remus’ inability to swear in a completely empty library to her mental list of things she would not miss about Remus Lupin.
“Constant vigilance,” she announced, mimicking her mentor. I'm not sure if I ever put this in fiction, but Tonks was always the protégée of Mad-Eye in my personal canon. I was so stoked when reading DH that it became canon. It one of the few things I liked about what JKR did with Tonks in DH. Anyway, Tonks failing to figure out that her old friend was actual an impostor made it into Unravelling
“What was that for?” he asked.
“If you’re going to be a teacher then you’re going to have to get used to being attacked by random pieces of paper,” she said, waving her wand and getting the paper dart to fly slowly into her free hand.
“Well that was rather childish and not particularly well thought out,” he commented as the pulled up a chair next to her and nabbed their floor's copy of The Daily Prophet out from where she had been reading it.
Tonks decided it was rather childish, but she was in an odd mood at the moment. Remus’ news this morning had been brilliant. Finally he would have a full time job with access to wolfsbane and would get to teach, something he loved. He would make an excellent teacher and with the parade of sub-par talent she’d had teaching her Defence, a good teacher in that position was exactly what Hogwarts needed. Particularly when I consider how long I actually worked on this fic (next to no time) I'm surprised now about how well it is actually written. Maybe I should give my writing ability more credit.
But still, something had been bothering her ever since he had told her and she did not know what it was. She could not remember feeling this bad when Charlie had announced he was going to Romania and she had spent far more time around him then she did around Remus. Remus was just her co-worker and sort of a friend. A guy that laughed at her jokes and helped her out every now an again. Nothing more.
Having thought about it further, she had put it down to not liking the change. Tonks liked the few constants in her life. Whether it be Mad-Eye’s Monday morning anti-imperius interrogations or her parent’s demands of a visit and a family meal on a Wednesday evening or going down to the Merry Muggle and getting sloshed every Friday with the rest of the Auror trainees. It was sudden onset old-fogyism she decided. I really like that bit 'sudden onset old-fogyism'. It's one of those things I may use again someday.
The Merry Muggle never made it into my fanfiction, but I had it all designed in my head. It was very much a Muggle pub in the style of Irish and English pubs are outside of their respective countries (I think it's wonderful that no matter where you go in the world, there always seems to be an Irish pub). There would be all sorts of oddities on the wall, including a display of lightbulbs – not plugged into anything, just decorating the place with their shape. The Aurors in Tonks' intake had a regular spot, underneath a poster of Paul Simonon smashing his guitar – the London Calling album cover. Tonks was always a Clash fan in my mind, as was Sirius (they bonded over it). Remus liked Pink Floyd.
Well that was it then, she concluded. She was just becoming old before her time. And the easy solution to that problem was an instant shot of immaturity and firing a paper dart made out that morning's front page of the Prophet at the source of her frustration made her feel slightly better, though only slightly.
She glanced over to Remus to see if he was sulking at her actions. Unpredictable sense of humour was another of his many flaws(I'm correcting my spelling in this one) But rather then reading the paper like she had expected him to be, Remus seemed to be in the middle of a transfiguration project. Tonks stared over his shoulder as the newspaper took on the form of some kind of flat bird.
“What on earth are you making?” she asked.
“This,” Remus replied, his mind very much on the transfiguration and not her, “is a Lancaster B-two bomber.” My father taught me everything I know about Lancaster B-Two bombers.
“Alright,” she answered, having no idea what on earth he was talking about but making a guess that this something to do with her dart.
“My Grandfather on my Mother’s side was a Muggle and a long time ago he built them for the War. When I was in Hogwarts I found a way to carry on the tradition,” he added with pride in his voice. Tonks had the distinct feeling she was in for it now.
And that it how Remus managed to become a member of the Marauder gang. I figured he needed some kind of skill that would impress Sirius and Peter, and being from wizarding families, its something they would never think of
“You do realise when you’re a teacher that attacking your students back isn’t an option,” she replied
Remus finished and with a smile leaned back in his chair. “Of course.”
“You should be giving me a detention, or threatening to dock house points,” she added.
Remus pointed his wand at his creation and it begun sliding down the issuing desk, picking up speed as it pass her and taking off into the air.
“Yes. But unfortunately for you, you’re not my student,” he replied with a sly smile across his face.
Tonks was not having this. She grabbed her dart and threw it into the air. Catching it with a levitation charm it was under her command once again, changing direction with the flick of her wrist. The bomber circled overhead while she kept the dart circling close by her. I have no idea where I got the idea of magical paper aeroplanes from. Possibly the Prisoner of Azkaban movie.
“You can’t do this a Hogwarts,” she said, eyes not leaving Remus’ creation. “And no more dark arts debates. No more practicing duelling in the shelves.” She would very much miss all of those herself.
There was never any people in that library. The Ministry required everyone to register every dark arts book they took out so nobody bothered.
“The duelling idea was yours as I recall,” he replied, watching his paper plane circle around them.
“Hey, it takes two to duel,” she answered.
Finally, Remus made his move. The plane lowered, heading down towards her. Tonks sent her dart straight for it attempting to knock it off course. The mid-air collision countered Tonks’ charm and sent her dart hurtling towards the shelves while the bomber continued on its course for her head.
“Hey!” she screamed as it felt pass within a centimetre of her hair.
Glaring at Remus; whom she had never before seen looking so smug; she tried to see where her dart had gone. It was out of sight and out of sight meant out of wand range.
“This is really immature,” she said trying to get him to relent his planes attacks. “You’re supposed to be a responsible authority figure.” And there we have the prompt! I have a funny relationship with challenge prompts, very rarely is the connection with the fic idea very clear.
“Really,” he replied as the plane made another swoop and Tonks was forced jumped down of her chair and duck under the desk to not get hit.
“We’re in a library,” she hissed hoping to appeal to his quiet nature.
“An empty library and if you were so worried about that then you wouldn’t have started it,” he replied, his voice coming from high since she could no longer see his head from where she was seated, just his legs and torso. “Besides, if you are going to be an Auror, you’re going to have to get used to being laid siege to by transfigured artefacts.”
I really love Tonks getting her just deserts. And very rarely do I write Remus being immature.
“Relent?” he added. Oh, Remus. Why did you have to walk out on your pregnant wife in DH? It's been a year and I still haven't forgiven you for that. (Also, thanks for ruining my OTP by making Remus a deadbeat Dad, JRK.)
Tonks looked around the ground for something, anything to send at the bomber, but there was nothing. Bloody Remus and his love of a clean workspace, she thought. Tonks decided she would not miss that.
“You’ve used all the paper, haven’t you?” she asked from her spot.
“Yes. And I’m not particularly inclined to get you some more since you’ve been questioning my ability to behave like an adult,” he replied. That dialogue is so very me and so not Remus. Harry Potter fic drives me nuts just a little because the characters don’t have voices. With TV and film fandoms, they have the actor's voices in my head, but in Harry Potter they all sound like me. And sometimes I get bored of the sound of my own internal voice. This may be one of the reasons I never get far with original fiction.
Realising she was well and truly beat, Tonks decided it was time to relent. “Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“You don’t want me to go and work at Hogwarts, do you?” he asked with a more thoughtful tone in his voice.
“I do,” she replied from her spot under the desk. “I think it’s brilliant. I really do.”
“But you still don’t want me to go,” he said as if he were thinking to himself.
She let out a sigh. Tonks realised the truth was the only way to appease her tormentor. “I don’t want things to change.”
Remus got up out of his seat and walked past her and out from behind the desk.
She had said something stupid, she thought. Without his face or voice she could not tell if he was angry or upset. Tonks panicked. Upsetting or angering him was not what she had intended, she really did not want him to leave thinking less of her. Tonks realised that to be honest with herself, she had no idea what she wanted. “Damn it,” she whispered under her breath.
Jumping out from under the desk she called out after him, “Wait, Remus. Where are you going?”
He turned around and to her great relief gave her a small smile. “Downstairs to see if I could get some more parchment. I think I’ll make you a Spitfire and try and make our dogfight a bit more fair.” And there is the strangest bit of symbolism I have ever used. Remus is a B2 bomber. Tonks is a spitfire. Why comparing ones lover to a World War Two plane does not appear more in love poetry I do not know ;)
Just then the bomber made another pass for her head and Tonks was forced to quickly duck under the desk again.
“You really are one of a kind,” Remus called from the other end of the room. “A metamorphmagus that’s afraid of change.”
“I’m not afraid of bloody change,” she called after him. She is. Or at least she is when I write her. The thing that's fun about writing Tonks is that we really don't know enough about her in canon so you can put your own spin on Tonks. I gave her a lot of my own anxieties and goals, but this gives me problems. I don't think there's much of me in her, but arguably she's my Mary Sue or self-insert or at least my avatar in Harry Potter fiction. Which is why I'm a bit uncomfortable with people telling me I write a great in-character Tonks. But then, she's also the closest character in Harry Potter fanfiction to my age and my anxieties are similar to what most people my age go through, so maybe she's not just me. But you can imagine this is one of the reasons why I didn't take to DH well. “I’ll just miss you. That’s all,” she added truthfully and at a volume with the benefit solely for herself.
Having her completely confused. Another thing Tonks decided she would not miss about Remus Lupin.
Tonks popped her head out from under the desk and watched the plane circling overhead. Right, she decided, Remus had two minutes to return before his Lancaster bomber was going to have to see how well it stood against a stunner.
The End.
So this fic is part of a large verse (which I've dubbed the library verse). The Ropes comes before it and Auror Disciplinary Committee Case comes after it (although Unravelling is next chronologically). There are three fics between this and Auror that never got written.
1. An epistolary fic, letters Remus and Tonks sent each other while he was teaching. Part of it included a plan by Tonks to make Snape jealous of Remus. She would transform in Rita Hayworth and pretend to be Remus' girl friend.
2. A post PoA fic in which Remus and Tonks get into a fight over Sirius and stop speaking to each other. Tonks, who spend most of her life hating Sirius for what she thought he did, can't accept so readily that he might be innocent.
3. Set during GoF Tonks gets sent to Albania by the Ministry to investigate the disappearance of whatshername (the woman Wormtail tortured to learn about Barty Crouch Jr), in order to shut Dumbledore up about it. Remus is sent along by Dumbledore to make sure Tonks doesn't meet the same fate as Professor Quirrel. Tonks discovers on her own that Wormtail is indeed alive and Sirius innocent. But nobody believes her when she arrives back in London. This is the even that prompted her to join the Order of the Phoenix.
Tonks also had numerous adventures while working with Remus in the library. In her first year of Auror training she investigated a crime ring taking place in Muggle night clubs. In her second year Lucius Malfoy after learning about her abilities decides to welcome her into the family and pay for her Auror fees which she, after some consideration, rejects.
Anyway, I like this fic a lot. Very often I hate what I write, but this really isn't crap at all. And on that rather poorly written and not all that brilliant revelation, I shall draw this commentary to an end.
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Date: 2008-08-24 01:17 pm (UTC)Now, I might have to go see if anyone has tapped a Norrington story...
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Date: 2008-08-24 09:44 pm (UTC)Doing this commentary brought it all back. I miss Remus/Tonks fandom a lot. After DH though, I just lost my interest in it. I think when I have the time I'm going to have to re-read DH and see what comes of it.
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Date: 2008-08-24 03:05 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed re-reading it and like jadeddiva, it made me miss the R/T fandom quite a bit.
(Don't know if you want to add this, but since you're correcting spellings, you've got a "waiving" instead of a "waving" in there somewhere - oh god, I'm such a pest, aren't I?)
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Date: 2008-08-24 09:50 pm (UTC)I'm surprised about how much I remember about writing this fic since it seems like ages ago that I did. And I miss R/T fandom too, and Harry Potter fandom before DH. I'm not sure if it was because DH was just not what people expected, or if it was natural so many would lose interest after the last bit, but things haven't been the same since.
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