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Post by Spencer Avalon on Apr 18, 2009 15:01:39 GMT -5
Spencer rather liked seeing what culture different cities could offer him. Despite his profession, or perhaps because of it, he did have a deep appreciation of art and culture. So walking along the streets of Hogsmeade, he was left with a joke shop, restaurants, or this, an art gallery.
The decision had been easy to make, and he went inside with no hesitation. He saw no one at first, which was really quite a shame. He took in his surroundings. There were lots of sculptures, and barely anything else. Also disappointing, but he could still appreciate what was there, and began a slow walk around the place.
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on Apr 18, 2009 15:41:27 GMT -5
So far, business wasn't quite what Virginia was hoping. Of course, it had only been a few days, and Hogsmeade in general was a bit slow as the town finished rebuilding. Still, only three people had walked into the gallery today, and two of them had only come in hoping to use the bathroom.
So when the chimes over the door played, indicating that someone had just walked in, Virginia didn't respond right away. She was in the middle of looking over some samples of an artist that was hoping to have her work displayed in the gallery, and she didn't want to interrupt her appraisal.
After deciding that the work would fit well in the gallery's blue room, Virginia moved into the main room of the gallery to see a man standing there, perusing the sculptures. She broke into a friendly, hopeful smile.
"Bon jour!" she greeted him, her accent sounding smooth and delicate. "Is there something I can help you with today?"
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Post by Spencer Avalon on May 1, 2009 3:50:04 GMT -5
Spencer turned at the sound of the French accent, spoken in a truly beautiful female voice. He let his eyes trail up her body and finally meet hers as he broke into a slow but friendly smile.
"Oui, Mademoiselle," he said, taking easy, graceful strides towards her. His eyes sparkled just a bit mischeviously, but there was nothing threatening in his demeanor. "These are exquisite," he told her, gesturing around the gallery. "Do you know the artist?" He put a faint accent to his own words, thinking she'd feel immediately at ease with someone who spoke similarly to the way she spoke.
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on May 1, 2009 11:41:01 GMT -5
Virginia blushed deeply at his slow perusal of her. She should have been used to it, living in Paris, but she was still very shy. And there was something about this man, a sort of dangerous charm, that a woman couldn't help but be intrigued by.
Pulling up the collar of her blouse, Virginia nodded. "Oui... er, yes. I am the artist. Thank you. My name is Virginia duMaurier, and I own the gallery. In fact, I have only just opened a few days ago."
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Post by Spencer Avalon on Jun 5, 2009 15:18:36 GMT -5
"You are the artist," Spencer repeated, his eyebrows raising slightly. "I should have known. You have the eyes of an artist, assessing what's in front of you for its value."
He held his hand out to her, though not for a handshake. He rather hoped he could take her hand and do the truly gentlemanly thing and kiss the back of it. He didn't like to overdo his charm, but it hard not to when there was a beautiful woman in front of him.
"Can you tell me about some of these pieces? There are a few that absolutely intrigue me."
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on Jun 7, 2009 0:32:45 GMT -5
Virginia smiled shyly. It was actually one of the highest compliments, to be told that she had the eyes of an artist. It was really quite true; she did often assess things--both objects and people--for their value. She was currently assessing him.
She decided that she was right about the dangerous charm. She had no idea what he did or anything else, but she was sure of one thing. He was a man to be cautious of. He struck her as the type of man who had a velvet voice and a predatory gleam in his eyes.
She noticed his hand was not held out in the position for a handshake. Being from France, she recognized the gesture. Still, she decided to play along for a bit. She placed her hand in his.
"But of course," she replied. "Just tell me which ones you are interested in, and I will tell you about them."
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Post by Spencer Avalon on Mar 11, 2010 2:55:10 GMT -5
And she would be absolutely right about him. Not that he would ever lead her to believe that he had any dishonest intentions. No, any pirates that remained in this era had to be careful. It was harder to just barge onto land when everyone knew what you were after.
He kissed the back of her hand briefly, letting it go and not making any kind of big deal out of it as he nodded and moved by her, heading towards a piece that reminded him of two trees whose trunks were entwined. "What's the story behind this one?" he asked. As he stood in front of it, he twisted his torso so that he was facing her again, assuming she would come and join him in front of it.
Honestly, he didn't really care what the story behind the piece was. He found her more intriguing than the artwork.
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on Mar 11, 2010 16:57:17 GMT -5
Of course he would choose to ask about that one. It was one of her bolder pieces, or so she thought. Considering her upbringing and that she had managed to maintain her innocence even while living in France all those years, this particular piece was an unusual one for her.
She walked closer to him, not quite joining him, but standing just behind him. Hopefully he wouldn’t look at her too closely and see the tint of pink on her cheeks.
“It is called The Lovers,” she replied. “It was inspired by a couple I witnessed in a passionate embrace while walking through a park… they reminded me of two souls entwined… it was intimate and yet timeless.”
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