Sequel to Intoxicating (original ending)
Olive Good, American portraitist, is given the task to to paint the portraits of the 52 lives lost at The Battle of Hogwarts. It is tradition for witches and wizards of note to sit for portraits, so their leg...
Self-Portrait with Bandaged Ear, Vincent van Gogh, 1889
Olive was standing outside the pet store, looking at the cats when George came up behind her.
"Are you following me?" He asked through a chuckle.
"You're the one who came up to me..." she smirked up at him, he mirrored her smirk.
"Touché." he laughed, "What are you up to today?"
She tried really hard not to smile at the exact replay of their conversation from last week when she brought him to get pizza.
"I was gonna go to a museum." She smiled, "I just finished another portrait last night.." She sighed, "Thought I'd treat myself to a self care day."
"Going to look at art is your break away from art?" He laughed
"Muggle art." She beamed, "I really love muggle art. They show so much in something, and their work doesn't have to come alive for it."
"Whose portrait did you finish?" he asked, "If I can ask."
"Colin Creevey" she told him, "Did you know him?"
"I did.. He was Ginny's year."
"He was young.. and an artist.." she smiled and going back to looking at the cats in the window play with each other, "I got to see all of his photographs and his parents left me his camera so i could have it for inspiration as I painted."
"He always carried that thing around." he chuckled, thinking back on his memories.
"There is a photography exhibit up at the National Gallery.. When i went to visit his family and their home, he had a bunch of muggle art books. And one of his favorite artist, is being shown this month. So i thought I'd go," she looked up at him, "for him"
"Can I come?"
She froze.
"Really?" She furrowed her brows at him, "You would like that?"
"Yeah!" He actually would just like to hang out with her again, "I promise I won't leave you on top of a tall building again.." He bit his lip back from laughing.
"Deal!" She beamed, "lets go!"
She began to walk off towards the Leaky Cauldron.
"Olive?" He called for her, she turned around and laughed waving him to follow. "You know we can just apparate.."
"Muggle art means getting there the muggle way.." She smirked, "I don't make it up."
"Who does?" He chuckled, jogging up to her.
"Actually I did make it up.." She giggled, "I always walk to the museums, gives me time to think of questions to ask myself when I look at the work." She told him as she ducked under his arm, as he held the door open for her. The two of them walked down the busy rows of shops, and talking about art and artist.
"Vincent Van Gogh, is one of my favorite artist." She told him, "Want to know something really cool about him?"
"Sure." He smiled
"Actually, it's not that cool.. It's quiet gross and sad really.." She cringed, "But he cut of his own ear.."
"He what?"
"I know!" She shook her head, "Just cut it off." She clicked her tongue, "Clean off!" She motioned her hand near her ear. He couldn't help but laugh at her reenactment.
"I always wondered what it would feel like to not have an ear.." George's face dropped as she cupped her ear, "You could probably make really funny jokes about it." She giggled, his heart stopped as he watched her from the corner of his eye as they walked down the street.
"Like if I knew someone who didn't have an ear, I probably always ask them if it was Sunday.." She snorted
"Sunday?" He chuckled, "Why Sunday?"
"It's a holy day, of course!" She laughed, George felt like his stomach was in knots. "Or you could always call them a Saint.. Or Saintlike" She laughed and turned to see that he wasn't laughing. "Geddit? Cause like they would just have a hole on the side of their head? Holey? Holy?.." She cringed. "No.. I know, its pathetic.. The whole world of ear-related humor, and I go for, 'Saintlike'? It's pathetic."
Then he started to hysterically laugh. Which made her smile widely. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to a back alley and placing her in front of him. She looked around and back at him.
"Is this where you murder me?"
"Not today.." He smiled
"Okay, good. I was really hoping to make it to this museum before my untimely murder.."
He chuckled. He liked how fast she was at her comebacks.
"Can I show you something?"
"Uh.." She looked him up and down. "You're gonna keep your pants on right?" She smirked
"Shut up, Olive.." He chuckled, putting his hand to his ear and pulling off his prosthetic. She gasped, which he thought was a bad thing. He was scolding himself in his head about how gross it was to show her something like that but instead she clapped her hands over her mouth with a smile.
"You're Van Gogh!" She giggled, "Red hair, no ear! That's so cool!"
"Really?"
"You didn't cut it off yourself did you?" she lifted her eyebrow at him, and then going back to look at the scar
He laughed, "No, I was hit with this curse.."
"So you're like a badass Van Gogh." She smiled at him, and then to his surprised she caressed the side of his head to get a better look, his heart stopped at her touch. "I'm really sorry if those jokes about being 'holy' was insensitive.."
"Oh don't even worry about that!" He laughed, "the first thing I said after I was hit, was 'I'm holy...'"
Slowly a very goofy smile laid on her face.
"No way!" She laughed, walking out the main road again, "Come on!" She waved him over. "We can come up with other ear jokes on our way."
They walked for a bit until they made it to the National Gallery in Central London. They were walking in the entrance when she started to giggle to herself. He looked down at her with a confused look.
"If you are with a group of people, like talking about something.. And you agree with them.." She snorted, " You can take the prosthetic off and wave it around and say, 'ear, ear'"
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He wasn't sure what he was feeling, or this feeling in his stomach when ever she was around or talked. The feeling always got more intense when she laughed. He always forgot that a smile wasn't normal for him, but seemed to be normal when she was around.
"Or, if you ever wanted to flirt with someone.." She smiled as they looked a self portrait of Van Gogh, "You can wave it around and say, 'come ear often'.."
He let out a loud chuckle, which got them a few 'shhs' shot at them.
