-They arrived in London relatively fast, thanks to Evan's good driving abilities and not to thank Barty's yapping whole drive.
-When they arrived Barty threw himself on ground and everyone started laughing. Barty didn't pay attention to others and seemed to be falling in love with the ground he was laying on. Don't trust me but I think he kissed it a few times.
-Remus asked when everyone stopped laughing "Okay, does anyone have an idea where the hell are we going?" Regulus nodded. He actually couldn't wait for someone to ask that. He started walking and everyone looked at each other and shruged but decided to follow him anyway.
-They walked for about an hour and when they got there Regulu stopped. Peter didn't notice and as Sirius was stopping he bumped into him. Sirius didn't notice that, but he noticed Remus who was already grabbing him by hand into the building.
-He led them to Tate Art gallery.
"C'mon I need to show you that picture I was talking about." Remus said running with Sirius' hand in his. Sirius smiled and ran after him.
-"After you mi estrella." James said opening doors for Regulus.
"Thank you mon soleil." Regulus answered and went in. James went afterwards.
-" Yeah I'm out of here." Evan said.
"I'm with you Rosier." Barty said. They went under a bridge for a smoke or whatever.
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-Meanwhile, Sirius and Remus found themselves surrounded by masterpieces, all Remus' favourites, their fingers entwined as they strolled through halls filled with timeless beauty.
-As they wandered through the hallowed halls adorned with timeless masterpieces, their fingers delicately intertwined.
-Sirius and Remus discovered their own canvas of romance. The subtle whispers of admiration and the exchanged glances painted an intimate portrait, framed by the gallery's elegant architecture. Each painting and sculpture seemed to echo the sentiments they held for each other, adding layers to the tapestry of their love story.
-As they stood before a particularly captivating piece, their eyes met, creating a magnetic pull that transcended the boundaries of art and reality. The world around them faded, leaving only the echo of their shared laughter and the soft rustle of pages turning in a nearby sketchbook. The gallery became a sanctuary, a haven where their love blossomed against the backdrop of artistic brilliance.
-The gallery's ambiance mirrored the intricacies of their relationship – a delicate dance between two souls drawn together by the allure of passion and understanding. As they continued their exploration, every stroke of the brush seemed to celebrate the unique melody of their connection.
-In the heart of the London art gallery, Sirius and Remus strolled hand in hand, surrounded by the silent eloquence of masterpieces.
-"The way the colors blend in this painting is mesmerizing, isn't it?" Remus asked about his favourite one,
"A Grey Hunter with a Groom and a Greyhound at Creswell Crags" By George Stubbs 1762-4
"Just like the way our worlds blend, Remus." Sirius answered with a smile.
-Remus: "Art has a way of capturing emotions. Just like how you capture my heart."
-"Smooth, Moony. But seriously, being here with you feels like we're part of something beautiful." Sirius said grinning.
-And as they gazed into each other's eyes, the art seemed to whisper stories of love.
-"Do you ever think about what our story would look like as a painting?" Remus asked
"Probably a masterpiece in hues of laughter, stolen glances, and shared secrets." Sirius answered.
-Their laughter echoed through the gallery, creating a dialogue that transcended words and painted a love story in the quiet corners of the London art haven.
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-Anyways, in the heart of London, James Potter and Regulus Black strolled hand in hand through the grand halls of the art museum. At first they chased each other through art gallery with almost 500 people watching them but they didn't give a damn.
-The soft echoes of their footsteps danced alongside the hushed murmurs of other patrons, creating a symphony of cultured tranquility.
-Regulus, with his black hair and refined demeanor, admired the classical paintings adorning the walls. His eyes lingered on a masterpiece, his fingers gently tracing the contours of the frame. His favourite, Cat, by John Gwen, 1904-8
-"This one has an almost haunting beauty," he remarked, turning to James.
-James, with his unruly hair and an air of casual confidence, followed Regulus's gaze. "Yeah, it's like a snapshot of a forgotten era. You know, like our own little time capsule."
-Regulus smiled, the subtle curve of his lips betraying a depth of emotion. Their shared love for art was only rivaled by the affection they held for each other.
-As they meandered through the exhibits, their whispered conversations painted the air with the colors of shared secrets and stolen glances. James couldn't resist teasing, "You're more captivating than any painting here."
-Regulus chuckled, a warm sound that echoed in the hallowed halls.
"Flattery won't distract me from appreciating the art, Potter." James smirked at that watching some paintings on the left.
-They reached a contemporary exhibit, where abstract forms danced across canvases like silent confessions. The vibrant colors seemed to reflect the kaleidoscope of emotions swirling between them.
"I never thought I'd find myself falling in love amidst the strokes of a paintbrush," James admitted, his eyes fixed on a particularly bold piece.
-Regulus squeezed his hand gently. "Sometimes, love is the masterpiece we never saw coming." James smiled at his comment.
-They decided to go back to Regulus' favourite painting and shared a passionate kiss under it.
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-In the dimly lit shadows beneath London Bridge, Evan and Barty found solace in the secrecy of their clandestine meetings without Barty Sr knowing.
-"Want a smoke?" Evan said handing one cigarette to Barty.
"Sure." Barty answered putting cigarette into his fingers and second later in his mouth. He waited for lighter from Evan.
-Evan put his cigarette on Barty's and lighten it up. Barty blushed at that but smiled and leaned on bridge fence. Evan leaned too. Barty held his hand. Evan saw that as opportunity.
-He kissed Barty. Not their usual kiss, this was slow, gentler and somehow nicer. Barty was stoned. Evan pulled out fast
-In the dimly light of sun setting down. Barty felt the warmth of Evan's hand gently pulling him towards gallery. Barty hesitated at the entrance of the art gallery, his eyes scanning the vibrant canvases adorning the walls. Evan, undeterred, gently tugged at his hand with a mischievous grin.
-Evan: "Come on, Barty, you'll love this exhibit. Trust me."
-Barty, intrigued, allowed himself to be led into the gallery's enchanting realm of colors and emotions. As they paused before an exquisite painting, Evan's voice softened.
-Evan: "Isn't it breathtaking? The artist captured something magical."
-Barty, captivated by both the artwork and Evan's enthusiasm, couldn't help but smile.
-Barty: "It's amazing, but why did you drag me here?"
-Evan, with a twinkle in his eye, leaned closer.
-Evan: "Because, my dear Barty, art is meant to be shared. And I wanted to share this moment with you."
-Their eyes locked, surrounded by the beauty of the gallery, as the connection between them deepened, painting a picture of a romance blooming amidst the brushstrokes of London's artistic ambiance.
-They kissed. Barty held Evan for the first time as he wanted since the day the dumped into each other on a random Wednesday.
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-And for Peter. He made some friends in gallery and hung out with them whole day. He felt nice.
