Gideon had, of course, visited muggle art galleries in the past, but such exhibitions of magical art were rare enough that he could not in good conscience not bring Loretta to observe it. Quieter than Prudence, better company than Calliope, and more appreciative of the fine arts than Odira, Gideon could think of no better sister with which to spend this particular species of afternoon.

"..and of course—Merlin's beard," he said in awe, his sister on his arm as he entered the ballroom and his eyes were drawn immediately to the glass dragon suspended from the ceiling. He had, of course, heard it would be here, but hearing and seeing were altogether different things entirely. "Have you ever seen such a thing?"