"Fondness for Quidditch isn't the worst thing I can think of," Cash said, mouth quirking up into a half smile. Among everything else - all of the things he ought not to be doing to her - she liked Quidditch. That made talking to her easier, gave them some common ground - common ground that had, with Eli, been forged over time into something. They grew into each other's interests, grew into each other, and he was not supposed to be thinking of Eli. All he could picture, though, was the horrified expression that Eli would have made if he knew about this.
"Although between you and me," his voice dropped, "My father isn't the biggest fan either."
This was not a secret, or it was not a well-kept one: everyone in the family knew that Lucius didn't like Cash.
"Although between you and me," his voice dropped, "My father isn't the biggest fan either."
This was not a secret, or it was not a well-kept one: everyone in the family knew that Lucius didn't like Cash.
MJ made this!