I'm not entirely sure where this one came from. I was sitting here working on my docs for a fifteenth-century dinner that I'm entering in a cooking competition, got bored with medieval French, and had this start to happen. It got written in thirty minutes.
Not only do people not understand Harry, but...no one understands anyone else. Not deeply and totally. I've been married ten years, with him fifteen, and there are still times we're strangers to each other. So once Harry's first viewpoint was written, I said, "What's Ron's escape? What's Hermione's?" I admit Hermione's I drew from my own feelings about books. And I did foreshadow a bit..."Black moves first, but Ron prefers white."
I thought this might turn into a threesome. So another three paragraphs, on the separations of the relationships, and the third one on the outside looking in. But it stopped there...and I don't think it's unfinished at all. It just....is.
Blame it on winter, is all I can say.
--Alexandra Lynch