Oliver had heard mention of old wands in this gallery. That was enough to get him to head there.. Art and History were certainly of interest to him.. But old wands.. OLD WANDS. There were so many wand makers with so many techniques he wanted to learn about.. So many materials that were no longer used for a bunch of reasons.. but Oliver thought that there could be some real elegance in these creations.

He walked slowly, taking in the art though. Rushing seemed like an insult to the artists who made them and the bits of history to the people who lived those moments.

Historical objects were a weird thing to think about.. Something that was significant in time and now it was here on a ship, in the black lake for him to look at. Odd how time makes important things mundane and vice versa.