OMG this is gorgeous! You had me at: You used to practise holding the Quaffle bare-handed, back before your mum could afford the good gloves. No hand-me-downs for you. They all got ruined by the time they got to Ron. I love the way you hone in on such microscopic details that say so very much about the very big things. HEre's another one: The word ‘bitch’ from your mother’s mouth, some sacrilege that shocks you into belated, guilty respect. I fee like I just learned EVERYTHING about Ginny's relationship to Molly in that one sentence.
And the poetry of some of the individual lines! is beautiful! I had to read this one three times because I loved the sounds so much: the shift of the shaft between your thighs, wind wicking your hair from your face, goggles foggy with hard breath and then cleared by the sun.
And I love love love the whole premise of the story, that Ginny's love of, and skill at Quidditch is the thing that heals her to the point where she can function again. That resonated so powerfully for me--not as sports per se, but in the sense that having a passion for something can be such a powerful saving grace in the midst of so much trauma and grief and pain.
and the smut! I didn't expect there to be any, and then when there was it was such a lovely cherry on top! slick with warm lube and the liberal cream from between her thighs. UNF
And I loved the "Let's go to Dover" suggestion for reasons I'm not sure i can articulate except that it's the kind of thing people that age do when they're in a group of friends who are all deeply bonded, and it felt very life-affirming that they were all going to go.
Beautiful fic! Can't wait to see it posted on AO3!
Oh, PS: Neville looks like a goddamned underwear model. LOLLLLLLLLLL I KNOW
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And the poetry of some of the individual lines! is beautiful! I had to read this one three times because I loved the sounds so much:
And I love love love the whole premise of the story, that Ginny's love of, and skill at Quidditch is the thing that heals her to the point where she can function again. That resonated so powerfully for me--not as sports per se, but in the sense that having a passion for something can be such a powerful saving grace in the midst of so much trauma and grief and pain.
and the smut! I didn't expect there to be any, and then when there was it was such a lovely cherry on top! slick with warm lube and the liberal cream from between her thighs. UNF
And I loved the "Let's go to Dover" suggestion for reasons I'm not sure i can articulate except that it's the kind of thing people that age do when they're in a group of friends who are all deeply bonded, and it felt very life-affirming that they were all going to go.
Beautiful fic! Can't wait to see it posted on AO3!
Oh, PS: Neville looks like a goddamned underwear model. LOLLLLLLLLLL I KNOW