"Ah," was Percy's monosyllabic reply to Tracey's comment about not being into reading. "I don't nearly read as much as I'd like," he confessed. "Not like I used to." He looked at the book in his hands, fondly remembering the past when his life wasn't as complicated. "Especially now-a-days. However!" Percy perked up again, "I thought it might be nice to purchase one of these over sized art books. Something to place on my coffee table and look at? I actually like the Impressionists, such as Beaulieu*, Ouelette*, and on the Muggle side, Monet, Renoir and Dagas. But lately I've been interesting in German Expressionism. Not so much Kandinsky, but I rather like Kirchner and Drechsler*."
He opened the book he held at a random page to show her, "For example..." Unwittingly, he had turned to a portrait of a vibrantly painted nude, who winked up at them. Percy cleared his throat and turned the page, quickly, "Well, perhaps this is not the best example, but you understand."