Whoa! I had forgotten how much I liked this story till you put this up. It cannot be the end. I need to find out what happened to the chicks (and the chicks).
Zia Montrose Wednesday 12th January 2011 05:59
6: Fireside Friendships (Author Response)
Oh no, I've cliffhung you! But I'm very pleased to hear you enjoyed the chapter. Perhaps I could reconcile the former with a short epilogue, at least? *ponders* There might even be a sequel stuffed somewhere in the recesses of my imagination if I can summon it. Thanks for reading!
What a lovely, hopeful chapter. It's full of apt descriptions and just the right turn of words.
I had to smile at
My mother always referred to uncooperative people as 'prunes' so I giggled at James calling Petunia that.
Summer would be dull as dishwater if reduced to living without magic for its duration. Fortunately, his parents had never been the most stringent enforcers of the Restriction of Underage Sorcery, so he could hardly imagine being lorded over by a sibling, especially a prune like Lily’s sister.