What I love best about this story is that it isn't a grand story of good and evil, or crime and punishment. This is a story about the lives of adolescents, who can be terribly cruel, even to people they love, and terribly insecure about their bodies and little daily humiliations, even without great reason. The moment where Pansy genuinely doesn't know why Marietta finds herself disgusting is wonderfully refreshing, not just in how relateable an experience it is for everyone who's looked in the mirror and fixated on some flaw that others barely notice, but in contrast to all the fic where Marietta is Cruelly Disfigured and Shunned For Life, rather than being a teen who has her share of life's pimples and scars thrown at her, and is upset by the changes to her body during those years - ones that she will always be more sensitive to than others. And the lovely awkwardness and ambivalence of attraction at that age, thinking you might like someone, but not being certain why, or if you want to exactly, and being compelled by it all the same.