Re: Art Gallery
Draco was dressed in black and white. It had taken him finally relenting and giving up some of his pride, asking a Muggle tailor what would be appropriate for a summer formal event. The overly helpful man had given Draco a crash course in attire, leaving him with the decision he was currently dressed in.
Black patent leather shoes were crested by perfectly cut cuffs of black tuxedo trousers, the stripe a silk satin instead of the usual polyester. He wore a crisp white tuxedo shirt with a black bow tie neat and prim around his neck. A white tweed tuxedo jacket had been chosen in honour of the summer month. While normally he preferred silver, the handkerchief in his breast pocket was embroidered with gold to stand out against the white. His hair was trimmed, though still fell in a soft frame around his cheekbones.
While the picture of Muggle elegance, he was distinctly uncomfortable.
Once he stepped into the house, he accepted a chardonnay, barely covering his double-take at a human server. it had been odd not to reach down to accept a drink. He took a slow breath and headed to the gallery. There would be time enough to hide in the wizard's lounge later, but now, he had to be seen.
He glanced at the Muggle art, obvious for its stillness, but moved towards the Wizard art, attempting to find something worth bidding on.