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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-08-28 13:57:00

Entry tags:

character: dean thomas, character: susan bones

RP: joie de vivre
Who: Susan and Dean

What: Enforced happiness

Where: Paris

When: Friday 28th of August, early afternoon

Rating: SFW

Susan had had a particularly trying morning. Dean had turned up at her house, still clutching a mug of tea - which she had been forced to more or less wrestle from him. She'd then explained, much to her (very well hidden) disappointment that Seamus wouldn't be joining them until later on in the weekend. She had however stressed that they would definitely have fun, and that she'd drawn up some activities.

Then, at precisely 9:23, she'd told him to grab onto the candle holder portkey which she'd secured them, and after the familiar jerking feeling behind their navels, they'd ended up in the apartment she'd inherited from her great-aunt. Then, once they'd stowed their things in the apartment Susan had taken Dean shopping for clothes with a single-minded intensity that had no-doubt set his teeth on edge. She had enjoyed taking him through the various chic little boutiques, and watching him deal with the peculiarly French way that the clothes were chosen - measurements were magically taken, and clothing once chosen was altered to fit within moments. She'd also treated him to lunch, and a rather staggering amount of cakes and pastries at a café she knew.

Now however, they were standing in the magical (and thus hidden) section of the Louvre, and Susan was smiling brightly at the look on Dean's face as they slowly moved their way through the moving masterpieces. "Well," she asked archly, after they'd spent nearly ten minutes in wrapt silence. "What do you think of this bit?"

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susanamybones
2015-09-24 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Susan grinned and allowed herself to be tugged across the room, grinning as Dean launched into one of the longest stretches of impassioned speaking she'd seen him give in years. She looked at the painting, and smiled at the title, which had been helpfully translated as 'a study in pulchritudinous wonder.' She nodded along as he explained, stepping in when he took a breath. "This is by Lucretia Approfondire da Venezia, right," she asked. "I remember learning about her from my great-grandmother. She sounds just the sort of delightful sort who'd reveal painting tips in between the sheets."

She nodded thoughtfully as he explained the situation. "That sounds like the way new spells move slowly between duelling clubs. Expelliarmus took the better part of forty years to become universally known." She made a wry face at his final comment and nodded. "One of my lecturers during training used to lament that the unforgivables may even have had counter-curses. It seems greedy to not pass things onto others. I get why people would do it, but if you event something magical - pardon the pun - then shouldn't you want to make sure it spreads? A little bit more beauty being fixed into the world and all that?"

"So, what else strikes you in this room then? Show me some more masters, maestro."

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artistdean
2015-09-27 10:38 pm UTC (link)

He nodded. "Yep, that's her. She was one of the artists I had to study a little for my apprenticeship, for obvious reasons since she managed this advancement. She was a bit scandalous all around really. Making a living from art as a woman at that time, didn't keep her lovers especially quiet, and painted her own nude form too if I remember correctly, which was a big no-no as a woman." He was really rather fond of her style and the swath she'd cut through the art world.

He hadn't heard about that aspect of spell dispersal, but he supposed it made sense. "Ah, but you forget the importance of tradition, and the fact we artists are a band of bloody perfectionists who maybe don't want to give anything away just in case they might improve it. That or we're not on good terms with the people who might find it useful and just spitefully don't want to tell them," he admitted.

Looking around the room Dean's eyes passed from one painting to another. Some of them they had already looked at, others he'd been distracted from by Susan's question and his own enthusiastic reply. He was chewing absently at his lip. He rarely noticed he was doing it but it often happened when he was nervous or thinking. This time it was definitely the latter. Something caught his eye and he couldn't parse it immediately, and he looked at the paintings to either side of the archway to the next room, shaking his head slightly at each. Then he caught the movement again and his breath caught. He'd forgotten they had one. He moved automatically towards what he had seen, wonder written large across his face as he moved in a daze until he was standing in front of the piece. It was small and the colours were somewhat dull, but it still garnered attention. Still the dominant piece on that wall. All for the simple reason it had three distinct layers.

As Dean watched it change from one to the next he felt a frisson of energy shoot up his spine. He'd never seen one outside of a book. He knew they were rare. Isolated pieces created by a scattering of artists, some of whose names, like this one, had been lost to history. He hadn't checked to see Susan was still following since he'd dropped her hand, too enthralled by the painting. Too enthralled to do more than jump slightly when a tall wizard brushed past his back unexpectedly, an unpleasant shiver passing through him this time.

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