Lily had been keeping a close eye on Nerio for the last year or two, liking what she saw. His sister was a piece of work, and she had secretly gotten a thrill out of Tori and Santana's punishment of the girl at the last big dance, but Lily had kept her hand out of it. Nerio seemed to have some kind of unhealthy attachment, and she didn't want to sour things.
"Of course they did," she replied, circling him and tapping her perfectly manicured fingernails against the black lacquer of the piano top. "Piano, dance, French, and Italian. My mother even sent me to pottery classes once, until she realized I would get my hands dirty."
Lily licked her lips, looking down at Nerio's hands. Boys who played piano could often do wonderful things with their fingers.
"Of course, you must have had a different teacher than I did. I don't remember covering the Muggle top forty."