𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒, wtm titanic x Harry Potter [posting again]

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[the question is rhetorical because she has already grabbed the book. She sits on a deck chair and opens the sketchbook. On jack's sketches each one an expressive little bit of humanity: an old woman's hands, a sleeping man, a farther and a daughter at a rail. The faces are luminous and alive. His book is a celebration of the human condition]

A lot of people couldn't help but gape at the blondes such talented art work, they couldn't help but notice how much time he must had put into doing that without the option of magic.

"Jack these are quite good! Really, they are"

"Well, they didn't think to much of'em in Paris." Some loose sketches fall out and are taken by the wind. Jack scrambles after them catching two, but the rest are gone, over the rail.

Rose looks down guilty, feeling a few of the pointed stares of her classmates.

"Oh no! Oh, I'm so sorry. Truly!" "Well, they didn't think too much of 'em in Paris"

"But their so good?" A 1st year slytherin asks confused on why no one would want this talented guys artwork.

He snaps his wrist, shaking his drawing hand in a flourish "I just seem to spew 'em out. Besides, they're not worth a damn anyway."

Rose frowns at that, Jack's artwork was like no others she had seen, he analysis the objects/people and lays it out carefully on the paper, she sometimes couldn't help wonder why people never appreciated someone like Jack, someone to pure.

For emphasis he throws away the two he caught. They sail off "your deranged!" rose laughs as she goes back to the book turning a page. "Well well" she has come to a series of nudes. Rose is transfixed by the languid beauty he has created. His nudes are soulful, real, with expressive hands and eves. They feel more like portraits than studies of the human form almost uncomfortably intimate. Rose blushes, raising the book as some strollers go by.

"Bloody hell mate, could've gave us a warning!" A lot of the younger years cover their eyes, whilst other people just turn there head away with an embarrassed blush on their cheeks, but those who appreciate art analysis his drawings with disbelief at how well they have been crafted.

"And these were drawn from life?" Asks rose trying to be mature.

Hermione just shakes her head at her friends antics.

"Yup. That's one of the great things of Paris. Lots of girls willing to take their clothes off" rose studies one drawing in particular, the girl posed half in sunlight, half in shadow. Her hands lie at her chin, one furled and one open like a flower, languid and graceful. The drawing is like an Alfred Stieglitz of Georgia O'Keefe.

"You liked this woman you used her several times" rose mentions.

Ginny and Hermione share a look, they can hear some disguised jealousy beneath her tone.