As the beginning days of December passed, it was becoming more and more difficult for Iris and George to tick off things on their list. Many of the places they wished to go, were shut due to the time of the year, the weather was not good enough to permit or due to the season were becoming too expensive to justify. After all the plan for the list was to make memories which they would have most likely made with their twin but just with another person. The other reason for the list was to venture out and do something their twin would not have enjoyed. They had done the latter thing when the pair had gone ice skating. It was now time to do the first one. They were going to make memories with each other they would have made with their twins. 

It was Iris' turn this time around. And the thing that she had placed first on the list was the Saatchi Gallery. If there was one thing the sisters could always agree on was their love for art. No matter the medium or how well known the artist was both of the Brown sisters loved looking for it. It had been something their mother had first introduced them to when they were little, Iris' first memory being in a art gallery was when she must have been 8 or 9, and it had been something that had stuck with her even as she got into her adult years. 

The Saatchi Gallery had been something the twins had originally put down on their to do list for when they graduated from Hogwarts over the summer holiday before they started work. In 1998 the gallery had opened a rather controversial set of work, and the pair had wanted to go and see what all the fuss and arguments were about. Yet that decision was taken away from them when the war occurred just months into the opening of the latest exhibition. And rumour had it that when the millennium came in just weeks time now that they were closing the exhibition. There was no time like the present to go. 

George had been the one to organise this trip out, considering Iris had done the ice skating adventure for him. And he had left Iris guessing about most of the details for the day. Only giving her a time to meet him at his flat, the pair rarely meeting in the Leaky Cauldron due to how loud it always seemed to be. And as she walked into the flat Iris was quite surprised to see George sat there waiting for her, considering he had decided he no longer needed to impress Iris by being early to anything anymore choosing to be fashionably late whenever possible. In his hand were two matching flasks of what Iris did not know at first but she assumed it was either something warm or something alcoholic. 

"Am I late?" Iris questioned the man going to check her watch quickly to ensure she was there when she was meant to be. And Iris was about 2 minutes early so she was definitely on time and very confused. 

"We've got a big day ahead of us. Don't mind catching the bus do you?"

"We're taking the night bus?" Iris quired expecting the purple double decker to turn up at any minute. The thing was rather misleading considering the name suggested it was only running during the night, yet after the war it had been changed to a 24 hour service due to how popular it had become. 

"Hope you don't mind, I'm still not brilliant at working the muggle time tables, and this one just comes when you need it." George replied as the pair came to a stop a few minutes walk outside of Diagon alley.

"I still don't know how they do that."  Iris mused, there had to be some sort of alerting spell. 

"No clue, something smart I know that." 

Soon enough the not night, night bus did appear in front of the two wizards. The driver inside being someone that neither of them knew but could give a small and polite 'good morning'.

"Where you going?" The man spoke and Iris could not help but notice the way the head was watching her. Nothing short of creepy.

"Underwood street please mate." George was quick to pay before he directed Iris to a seat a small distance behind the driver. He was quick in his steps both from knowing how quick the bus moved, and away from the creepy looking head. Once they were both sat the bus lurched and started the journey. 

"You alright there Georgie?" Iris asked noting how the man had not let go of her hand and his grip had got considerably tighter. 

"Really didn't like the way that head nor driver looked at you." George huffed back, and Iris wanted to take it as if he meant it in a romantic way, though the little devil on her shoulder was stating that he was only be protective as a friend. After all, neither had made anything concrete whether they were heading on dates or not. It was all up in the air, even if Iris was delusionary thinking each of these outings were dates. 

"It was a little off putting." Iris agreed she was a little freaked out but it wasn't something she couldn't handle. "I can handle it though."

"You shouldn't need to 'handle' it though. That behaviour is disgusting and you did nothing to deserve it. Just because you're a pretty woman doesn't mean you're ever asking for it." George felt passionate about this, that much was obvious from the way he spoke, yet alone the way his  grip continued to get tighter. It never got painful but he made it clear his opinions. 

The two talked lowly between themselves for the rest of the journey, noting that there were a few people asleep in some of the cots to the back of the bus, and it was best to avoid waking them. And it did not take long to get to Underwood street, the not night-time night bus zipping through the streets at such a speed she was sure non magi folk could never see it moving. And soon enough the pair were getting off the bus and walking towards the multitude of different small art studios which made the Saatchi Gallery. 

They were about half an hour into the exhibition that Iris really could not take looking at George any longer. She was sure she had never seen the man so bored, so uninterested in what was going on around them. Rather he was just letting her drag him around and pretending to listen whenever Iris commented on the artwork on display. 

"Art really isn't your thing is it?" She finally questioned George when they had left the sixth studio and were outside. Iris didn't need him to answer, for the moment they were out of the studio and 'on the way' to the next one he was ultimately more relaxed. And sure Iris had really not seen anything too controversial, she was expecting something like a rude cartoon naked drawing of the queen or something from the way critics had been speaking about the exhibition. But George had instantly lit up a little the more outside they were. Maybe perhaps if some of the artwork could move like wizarding art usually did, he might have been more interested. But Iris could really easily tell that this was just not something that interested him, not in the slightest. And that was okay, she wasn't hurt by it, they didn't have to share everything in common with each other.  It would be rather freaky if they did. 

"I'm fine really, you're enjoying yourself. Don't want to put a damper on the day."

"Seeing you miserable is making me miserable, shall we stick around just until we reach an hour here because the tickets were expensive, then we'll go for lunch. You can chose where." Iris offered a solution, she didn't want to waste the money he had spent on the tickets, but she didn't want to keep him there forever. 

"I'm totally killing the atmosphere." George sighed out moving to take, his unjointed hand, to rake it through his hair. 

"You're just not into standing in a freezing cold studio and staring at artwork, it's not for everyone."

"But it's something you enjoy." George responded and Iris wasn't sure he was aware what he was doing to her. Firstly he had refused to let go of her hand stating that he did not want to get lost in muggle London and not have her by his side. And now he was making comments like this to her. Iris Brown was a goner, she would after today no longer be able to deny the feelings she held, that crush she had was snowballing. 

"You are trying to wage a war with my heart George Weasley. We've been here 40 odd minutes now, lets just do 20 more than search for somewhere to eat. I'm getting a little peckish now." Iris hoped this time he'd listen to her just a little more and agree, she wasn't lying about starting to feel hungry that was the reality. 

"Okay, if you insist. We can ask one of the staff if there's anywhere local they recommend we stop to eat." George was giving in. It would seem that they would completely avoid an unnecessary argument, an improvement from where they had started from back in October. Two months later and it felt like they were different people all together. It was amazing just fast the time changes.