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Star-Lord · 06-04-2017, 08:32 PM

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Originally Posted by Schroyers

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.

After leaving the dining saloon, Layla made her way to the gallery. She figured maybe even boring art would somehow manage entertain her. But the girl didn't keep her hopes up. Walking in, she walked over to one painting and looked it over. Okay, maybe it wasn't as boring as she had hoped. But now Layla was examining the art too much and she wasn't here to do that. Continuing on her walk, she spotted a familiar boy ahead. She made a face to herself as his sight grew closer due to the steps she was taking.

Why was he here alone? Didn't he come here with the girl he was always trailing behind?

Either way, she tapped his shoulder and sipped the drink in her hand. "Lupin,"

06-04-2017, 08:32 PM	#15 (permalink)
Star-Lord DMGS & DMT Mooncalf Join Date: May 2009 Location: Gotham [GMT -5] Posts: 6,974 x2	the nerds ★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry Quote: Originally Posted by Schroyers 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. After leaving the dining saloon, Layla made her way to the gallery. She figured maybe even boring art would somehow manage entertain her. But the girl didn't keep her hopes up. Walking in, she walked over to one painting and looked it over. Okay, maybe it wasn't as boring as she had hoped. But now Layla was examining the art too much and she wasn't here to do that. Continuing on her walk, she spotted a familiar boy ahead. She made a face to herself as his sight grew closer due to the steps she was taking. Why was he here alone? Didn't he come here with the girl he was always trailing behind? Either way, she tapped his shoulder and sipped the drink in her hand. "Lupin," __________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break; Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface;