I loved this! It is written expertly! The ending had me laughing, though I was a bit depressed when we find out that they don't exists in Pullman's world.
I spent a summer in Oxford and went to the bench at the botanic garden as well. It was around midsummer and there was a girl studying on it. I got giddy and asked her if she had read the books, but it was just a bench to her. I asked her to move so I could take a picture of the bench, which must have irked her a bit, but it was worth it. I went back to the bench on a different day and read a book on it.

Great story, one of my favourite HDM stories! At first I thought the prof. Was will, but the ting didn't quite fit, then I thought the story was real and the girl was going to try to find will or something. You got me! I was really gutted at the end of it too, and got fooled because of it!

After reading the end a few times to make sure I got of right, I think I just stared at the book for about an hour and cried! Then told my best friend (who hasn't read it ) how upset I was! She then told me when she was in oxford, she saw a dark haired boy sitting under a tree in botanic gardens crying, and shenonly remember because be was hot! I was like 'omg omg omg really?' She them burst out laughing saying 'no, but you should has seen you face!' I still haven't quite forgivven her for that!

This is a lovely little short story. I enjoyed the twist at the end.

I hope you keep writing.

AH! You had me going there for a second! oh well...i still liked it!

I like your stories for two reasons:

- Their originality

- Their beautiful British vocabulary

For this one in particular:

I wouldn't even have known the protagonist was a girl hadn't it been for this sentence: "She said I was "a good girl" for coming to see my Grandad." And even then I didn't get it until I read it a second time. Anyway,

Keep on writting, I'll always read your creations

This is the first HDM fanfic I ever liked.

I HAVE read this before - on your website? Do you have a website? - and then, as now, I was stunned by it. It's a beautiful piece of writing - no, literature. I like the way you never mention the narrator's name. It adds something, somehow. I don't know how to define it. Beautiful beautiful.

Let's see if I can get ffn to let me add this to my favorite stories...

Dear Ceres:

How elegant. How polished. How professional. How... just generally, how?

Sincerely,

Qoheleth