Art Museum As you enter the Wizarding Museum of Art, you are greeted by a portrait of a lady in a red uniform with a little pillbox hat. She explains the rules of this establishment. "All of the art is affixed to the wall by permanent sticking charms, so don't even think of trying to remove them. Flash photography is not allowed, as some of the subjects will ask for you to pay them for the right to use their likeness. And you don't want that." She giggled. "Each section has a guide portrait that will describe the art in the room. You will know them by the ribbon on the top of the frame" She pointed to hers. "The restricted section has paintings in it that are not particularly friendly. I wouldn't talk to those. No eating in the museum itself. It makes the statues hungry and they tend to try to move and walk to the cafeteria which is right over there." She pointed to the left. "Oh and please be sure to stop by our exhibit room. This month it's the Romantic Period in the Medieval Art. Enjoy!" She said and motioned into the museum. |
Michael closed his eyes. He was not used to this sort of thing. He had brought flowers, a small bouqet of pale blue hydrangea, because he knew they represented friendship, devotion and understanding. He wasn't wearing his usual work clothes, instead he wore dark green t-shirt and black trousers. He waited quietly for his 'date', anxiously rolling down his socks, tucking in his pockets, picking off the 'cling-on' petals of the hydrangeas. He listened patiently to the lady in the red hat as she explained the rules of the museum. He was excited, he loved museums, and he loved art. His favourite was Monet. |
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Maybe that was why she worked in the muggle art field? But it was kind of hard going on a date with a muggle guy and having him ask you why you had a stick on you. Wasn’t really a smart thing to say you didn’t lie and have it possibly shoot out sparks. Nope. She was a smart girl - well, witch. She was going to stick to strictly dating wizards. Besides. Magic was brilliant. You could use it after hours and well, make paintings move like they were supposed to and talk to portraits. Thats why this date was perfect for her - it was with moving, talking, and well - practically living art. As the lady in the red hat explained the statues did get hungry. “Pardon me - are you Michael?” She asked smiling over to him. “I’m Abigail Vanderhausen,” she smiled. Her eyes catching on the beautiful blue hydrangea's. She loved Hydrangea's. “You can call me Abbie” she smiled over to him. Hoping that it indeed was the person she was set on the date with. |
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