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Art Gallery Shenanigans | Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Description: Remus takes the reader to an art gallery for their first date and is sufficiently flustered about it.

Warnings: none that i can think of, some confrontation? Remus is nervous but it's really just pure fluff

Remus has resorted to people watching in a bid to distract himself from the anxiety of waiting. It's not that (Y/N) is particularly late, only a minute has ticked past their original meeting time and a logical part of him know she's on her way, but a less logical and more nervous part of him can't help but wonder if she's decided last minute that he's not her type.

He busies himself with his surroundings, the contemplative muggle art students, the grumbling children too young to appreciate all of it and their parents ignoring them in the desperate attempt for some sophisticated 'me time'. He stifles a laugh at the fearful look on the underpaid staff members' faces as they watch a child go to touch a statue with his grubby fingers.

A minute later, the hurried echo of someone's foot steps against the museum's high ceilings approaching pulls him from his distraction. The sight of her jogging towards him pulls a relieved breath from his lips and brings on a grin.

"Sorry I'm late!" (Y/N) exhales. "I got a bit muddled with my directions - muggle London is complicated."

He grimaces subtly to himself, blinking at her sheepishly.

"Perhaps I should have picked you and we could have travelled together."

"Don't worry about it." She beams at him before adding, "I'm sure you can walk me back?"

Remus' eyes brighten, something warming in his chest at the realisation she's thought as far as beyond the date, has imagined it going well enough that she wants him to walk to her home, or at least to Diagon Alley where they can Floo home safely. He nods, possibly too enthusiastically, and her gives him a soft smile.

"Of course."

"Great!"

They stand there for a second too long just staring at each other with ridiculous smiles. Then, something in the back of Remus mind (sounding distinctly like Sirius teasing him) forces him to clear his throat and look away with a slight blush.

"Should we go then?" He nods towards the various exhibits.

"Oh, yes, of course." She nods, similarly flustered, "Lead the way, Mr Tour Guide."

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Moving from the foyer area towards the exhibits sees a change in atmosphere from the noisy entrance hall . A silence finds them that feels almost sacred, like to break it would break some unspoken art viewer rule that one mustn't so much as breathe too loud, else distracting everyone else in the room.

He can feel the pamphlet, grabbed earlier from the information desk, is curled tightly in his hands, and he can't help but fidget with it as they walk, worrying slightly that this silence does take away the point of a first date. He almost asks her as such.

"hey, is it weird we're not talking?'

However, as they pace slowly through the exhibits, stopping momentarily to stare at the paintings, a smile finds his lips. (Y/N) doesn't seem to mind at all, her eyes are wide with wonder as they stare up at the colours and stories each painting holds.

It doesn't take him long to realise that, for the most part, he's found himself looking to (Y/N) more than the art, watching her eyes scan each painting, smiling at the twinkle that finds her eyes. He's pretty sure he's not missing much though, nothing more deserving of his attention.