And now they were talking. Cash's frown at the stain deepened, and his reflection in the mirror reminded him of Lucius, so he wiped it into flat neutrality. Should he just use water? "It's athleticism," he muttered, "The way they bend. Not that I could ever stretch like that." He could see the muscles they used, though — the ballerinas were just as strong as some Quidditch players.
MJ made this!