#ask hedwig

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11. Which fic did you do the most research for?

Your guess is likely correct: always, always Fugue.

Re: research process, I usually start with the location, because I love place-as-character, and then work out how to make my Barbies fit in my Dream House.

So for Fugue, I had the vague notion of Climate Scientists Jily (I thought Sirius was gonna be an astronomer tho, which is very much WRONG) but I had to get Station H/the Antarctic landscape right in my head first.

Same with December's Valentine - I had Peverell Farm in my head really before the story, drew the floorplans etc.

Then once I know my location and what's brought a character to it, I generally try to organise my research to answer the question of "what do I need to know to write this character existing authentically in this place?" and cherry pick information as my whims lead me.

Thank you for the tag @blitheringmcgonagall!!

Relationship Status married to a man who looks like James Potter

Favourite colour red, pale pink, and gold!

Stuck in my head Patrick Doyle's piece for the St Crispin's Day scenes in the 1989 Henry V. Also an organ voluntary from mass a couple of weeks ago and I cannot for the life of me remember who composed it so I can't get it out my head.

Last song you listened to Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks by The National

3 favourite foods lasagne, homemade strawberry ice cream, perfectly ripe blackcurrants

Last thing I googled "painkillers for dogs" lmao

Dream Trip probably a roadtrip through Italy, so I can go back to lots of childhood locations!

1. Are you named after anyone? My great-grandmother.

2. When was the last time you cried? At the weekend, because I was thinking about how James Potter never got to throw Harry a proper birthday party.

3. Do you have kids? No(t yet).

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Never.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Voice, usually.

6. What’s your eye colour? Green.

7. Scary movies or happy ending? I like ambiguous endings most of all, but I don't like scary movies all that much so out of the two, I'll pick happy endings.

8. Any special talents? What counts as "special"? I play decent piano. I am a good cook.

9. Where were you born? A small, leafy town in East Anglia.

10. What are your hobbies? Writing. Reading. Sewing. Cooking. Lego. Piano. Hiking.

11. Do you have any pets? My family has a dog, and I pick up my puppy on Saturday!

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Lots, particularly when I was at school: tennis, netball, lacrosse, hockey, swimming, diving, skiing, sailing. My favourites are skiing, swimming and tennis. I'd sail more if I still lived near the coast.

13. How tall are you? 166cm.

14. Favourite subject at school? History.

15. Dream job? Someone pay me to write historical biographies, please.

Thank you for the ask, friend! ❤️

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

(same answer to this ask ☺️)

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Oh I read so many social media AU threads on Twitter from ships I don't even like??? I cannot tell you the amount of Theodore Nott/Hermione university AUs I have read on Twitter that are written solely through the medium of fake iMessages and I am not really so much ashamed as I am very confused about my own life choices, you know? Because I don't ship Theomione (Romione or bust over here, tbh) and yet? sometimes it'll be quiet at work at that will be the only thing my brain is capable of digesting.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Thanks for the tag @jennandblitz! I searched through a few fics. My words are beautiful | sharp | hand | sofa | dog.

Beautiful (as-of-yet-untitled Jily!)

She looked so beautiful standing there, just— “I’m late.” “For what?” asked James stupidly. Lily rolled her eyes so hard that James thought it might have been audible. “My period, James,” she said in a withering tone, “my period is late.” “Oh.”

Sharp (from On Peverell's Sands, WIP Cold War Jily)

St Peverell sits high on the cliff edge. Its face is turned west towards the Atlantic swell in a last farewell to the sun as it slips below the horizon line. With the sun’s descent, all definition is lost: the edges of the low stone cottages blur into the evening, and the white-lipped eddies swirling in the bay below become a mass of inky blue. Above them, seed-like stars start to emerge in the wide, open plains of the Cornish sky. In the blue air, a car climbs the road up to the village. Its headlights sweep back-and-forth against the craggy hillside with each hairpin bend, like the methodical swing of the lamp in a lighthouse. The driver is a local—or, at least, familiar with the road, because the car doesn’t falter at the sharp, precarious turns. It keeps on, up the road and up again; through the village and beyond to the place where the road runs out and becomes the long, sweeping drive of Peverell Hall.

Hand (from I Am The Thing I Was, one of the many WIP one-shots for my Badger in the Lions' Den series)

“I don’t regret it,” Hannah says. “But I also don’t know if I was doing it because I was really into it, or because I knew Neville was into it.” “Yeah.” Charlie runs a hand over his stubble. “I think I’m there, too.” “How long has it been since you slept with a woman, by the way?” Charlie pauses, his heart skipping a beat, before saying, “That bad, was it?”

Sofa (from Heartbeats (at an average of 60-100BPM), a Jily/Blackinnon medical AU)

“When he’s been courted by a pharmaceutical company and thinks he’s got a wonder drug, he’s Drughorn. He gets pissed at the Christmas party every year—Glughorn.” Sirius nodded seriously as he got up from the sofa, and added, “If he’s in a good mood and lets us get away with a lot, he’s Shrughorn. If he’s done some complex surgery, he’s Smughorn.” “We once walked past him eating McDonalds chicken nuggets in his car at seven o’clock in the morning. Nugghorn.” “In case you were wondering, I absolutely despise them both,” Remus said mildly to Lily, holding open the door for her.

Dog (also from Heartbeats)

“Someone asked me if we were married today.” “Again?” Sirius took a swig of beer, then added, “I hope you told them I’ve bloody asked you enough times. I’ve been dogged about it—there was a point I think I developed repetitive strain injury from the amount of time I spent on one knee.” Marlene gave a watery chuckle and shook her head. “That’s a lie. I think you only got down on one knee the first time.” “The first time usually does the trick, for most people”

HA this has delighted me.

I don’t post to a schedule because I don’t take orders; I barely take suggestions.

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Last Rites is ~adult but here's a Tumblr appropriate bit: