#tle2

Just dropping in to share my love and appreciation for all things The Last Enemy! I stumbled upon and started The Howling Nights 2 weeks ago and initially planned to take my time and make the process of reading TLE 1 & 2 last until TLE 3 was ready… (I thought it would be easy considering there was 126 chapters to enjoy…)

Alas here I am, two weeks later, having fallen down the rabbit hole and devoured them both completely and now find myself at a loss of what to do with myself.

I really just want to share how much I love how you are writing the world and interpreting the characters. I have laughed out loud so many times and almost been brought to tears. I hate how that last chapter ended with Jily still just out of reach. And I’m not a big WolfStar fan but god am I ready to see how that plays out.

Just, thank you. And I understand you’re wanting to have the draft of TLE 3 done before you start sharing but, god I cannot wait and I’m just so glad you haven’t abandoned this.

Here’s to re-reads in the meantime!

@chdarling @chdarling-tle !!!

Dear Lily,

Well, Homer isn’t back yet, which I can only assume means he’s been seduced by those majestic American mountains one hears so much about. Or perhaps he’s decided he’s had enough of dreary old England and has gone off to start his new life as a cowboy. I assume that’s the sort of thing most Americans do, though I admit I have only a cursory knowledge on this front, having never been to the States myself. My dad did once, though. Spent a week on a Muggle dude ranch out in Wyoming. Or was it Wisconsin? I can’t remember, somewhere terribly American sounding where they have a lot of cows. Anyway, it was a great laugh, according to him, so maybe Homer’s onto something.

If he doesn’t turn up soon, I’ll send this letter via Virgil, my parents’ rather doddering old owl. I’m not strictly speaking supposed to use him for cross-country journeys, but London isn’t all too far, after all, and though it’s only been a few days, I am anxious to hear how you are settling into life with that charming sister of yours. Do let me know.

The quill that had been scrawling this cheerful missive paused, and James Potter scrubbed a hand over his face, frowning intently. Nearly a full minute passed before the ink-dipped nib of his quill returned to the parchment.

There is something inherently powerful about finding the words to express solidarity, to say: I understand, me too, I know exactly what you mean. It’s a kind of magic you’d never find in any book but that could change the course of history far more than a mere spell.

When I read #TLE2 it's just how I see them inside my head... except for Remus's eyes which in my mind are Hazel/golden.

#debería estar trabajando pero nooo

#wolfstar mi vicio!

Note: i haven't the name of the artist.. I'm sorry! ( But if u know the magnificent artist please tell me❤️) . #ThankU