but a man needs to learn a smidge of control, what? I can just hear Slughorn's plummy voice. Poor Filius.
he would never had been able to undertake such a job himself, of course -- not unless he wanted to exist in a perpetual state of sexual excitement Oh dear. Quite. And your depiction of the delight of feet and toes is very convincing.
Pomona, bless her heart, would think it was sweet, and Filius generally did not enjoy being considered "sweet"; it was too often an assumption based on his size and not his demeanour. Perfectly IC Pomona. And Filius is absolutely right, of course.
he'd charm pink penis-shaped confetti to fall on all and sundry. Merlin, yes. So like him.
A place where he could look down at table-tops Such a telling detail.
people who believed Minerva to be a conventional prim spinster were people who did not know her Grin. Beautifully meta.
demurely and invitingly Perfect juxtaposition. And the description of the shoes is brilliant. A labour of love.
her lovely wide instep, planted so firmly on the ground that it seemed a part of the very earth itself. Perfect Pomona cameo.
Though he'd been wearing only a towel, Albus had filled the small space with presence and authority, and Filius used to marvel at how even his feet seemed powerful, so surely placed, the corn on his left little toe providing a reassuring touch of humanity in a great (flawed, yes, but still great) man. And that's a razor-sharp picture of Albus, too. Especially the part in brackets.
Truly, if the school's Charms master couldn't cast an effective Warming Charm, he had no right to the position. Grin.
A great story. Really shows what it is that makes people go in for podophilia.
he would never had been able to undertake such a job himself, of course -- not unless he wanted to exist in a perpetual state of sexual excitement Oh dear. Quite. And your depiction of the delight of feet and toes is very convincing.
Pomona, bless her heart, would think it was sweet, and Filius generally did not enjoy being considered "sweet"; it was too often an assumption based on his size and not his demeanour. Perfectly IC Pomona. And Filius is absolutely right, of course.
he'd charm pink penis-shaped confetti to fall on all and sundry. Merlin, yes. So like him.
A place where he could look down at table-tops Such a telling detail.
people who believed Minerva to be a conventional prim spinster were people who did not know her Grin. Beautifully meta.
demurely and invitingly Perfect juxtaposition. And the description of the shoes is brilliant. A labour of love.
her lovely wide instep, planted so firmly on the ground that it seemed a part of the very earth itself. Perfect Pomona cameo.
Though he'd been wearing only a towel, Albus had filled the small space with presence and authority, and Filius used to marvel at how even his feet seemed powerful, so surely placed, the corn on his left little toe providing a reassuring touch of humanity in a great (flawed, yes, but still great) man. And that's a razor-sharp picture of Albus, too. Especially the part in brackets.
Truly, if the school's Charms master couldn't cast an effective Warming Charm, he had no right to the position. Grin.
A great story. Really shows what it is that makes people go in for podophilia.