"Good choice," Percy said approvingly, double-checking the map before gesturing for Oliver to follow him. Refolding it as he walked, he continued, "The eighteenth and nineteenth centuries are my favorites when it comes to art - there's none of this subjective nonsense one gets in contemporary art."
His sneakers barely made any sound on the marble steps as he led the Quidditcher upstairs to the Impressionist wing, taking it all in with a faintly smug look on his face, as though he'd been the one to fund the museum and find all its acquisitions.