Pay no attention to the woman at the keyboard.... There's nothing to see here, that T was always there....
That first sentence of the next paragraph is supposed to be Harry realizing that he's got male and female admirers both, but hadn't had opportunity (yet) to take anyone up on any offers. And then the bit where he realized that he liked the boys a bit more. I waffled about that first sentence. It's ambiguous, needs rearranging. That's why I post it here before sending it to OWL - I can see what needs help before sending it through the gauntlet of the validation queue. My poor beleaguered f-list gets the first pass at it.
Heh, Harry reminds me of a friend I had in school - she was very ill for many years, and she focused all her energy on getting good grades and trying to get healthy. When it came to interpersonal relationships she was utterly clueless, even though she was really book smart. (And remember who's saying this - you've heard about MY freshman learning experience, so you know how naive I was then; she was 50 times worse.) Then in college, after she had a kidney transplant and could actually participate in physical activities, she went CRAZY with it, discovered flirting, then discovered sex, and it was a wild wild ride.
Stockings? Forget stockings, I have a burning desire to see a Slytherin-striped tie in use! But poor innocent Harry has a ways to go before he'll be ready for that, I think. Or maybe not. :D
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Do Jedi mind-tricks work when it comes to fanfiction?
Date: 2006-01-21 02:39 am (UTC)That first sentence of the next paragraph is supposed to be Harry realizing that he's got male and female admirers both, but hadn't had opportunity (yet) to take anyone up on any offers. And then the bit where he realized that he liked the boys a bit more. I waffled about that first sentence. It's ambiguous, needs rearranging. That's why I post it here before sending it to OWL - I can see what needs help before sending it through the gauntlet of the validation queue. My poor beleaguered f-list gets the first pass at it.
Heh, Harry reminds me of a friend I had in school - she was very ill for many years, and she focused all her energy on getting good grades and trying to get healthy. When it came to interpersonal relationships she was utterly clueless, even though she was really book smart. (And remember who's saying this - you've heard about MY freshman learning experience, so you know how naive I was then; she was 50 times worse.) Then in college, after she had a kidney transplant and could actually participate in physical activities, she went CRAZY with it, discovered flirting, then discovered sex, and it was a wild wild ride.
Stockings? Forget stockings, I have a burning desire to see a Slytherin-striped tie in use! But poor innocent Harry has a ways to go before he'll be ready for that, I think. Or maybe not. :D