Minerva falls in love with Albus Dumbledore. This is most inadvisable, given the Grindelwald conundrum. Never you mind, Minerva says, as she carries on. Alastor watches. Severus judges. A monster, beloved to a Castle, warns her of her folly. In the end, it is only Harry and her left as relics of another era, and she leaves Hogwarts for Inverness where caulking songs await her.
These are stories about the beautiful and dreadful parts of being humans who love. They cut to the heart of what it is to long for what we know we should not want, and knowing the price, want it just the same.
The main characters are self-aware enough to understand important things about themselves and one another but often helpless to change their course, which is, of course, the most human of failings.
Eldritcher has an excellent sense of the little details that reveal character. The stories have the quality of a particularly lucid dream; they suggest things, but never hit the you over the head with them, allowing the reader to suss out the important bits and the themes that animate them, and there are occasional surprises that shock the reader out of any misplaced complacency regarding what a particular character will and won’t do.
Literary and mythological allusions and references are woven deftly through the work, and I adore the way Eldritcher makes Hogwarts castle a character in its own right.
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