Dennis Finnigan Creevey (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dennisthebrave) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dennis wandered through the gallery, looking at the various paintings, sculptures, and ceramics with keen interest. Art galleries weren't usually his scene, but the Arts and Leisure reporter from the Prophet who had been slated to cover the gallery opening had come down with some sort of highly debilitating form of purple fever, and through the odd bureaucracy of the newspaper, Dennis had found himself being volunteered to cover the show for her. Not that it was a particular hardship, he thought to himself as he absently grabbed some sort of canapé and munched on it thoughtfully in front of one of Thomas' darker and more atmospheric pieces.
He looked up with surprise as Dominic stood near him, though it's obvious he hadn't really directed it at him. Still, he was nice to look at so Dennis grinned and nodded. "Yeah, art galleries always bring out a really weird collection of people, don't you think?" He turned his head and went back to looking at the painting. "Still, the artwork is all pretty amazing, right?"