[Dancing and fighting are on par with each other so far as Margot is concerned and she's decent at both. The one part that gets her is the looking nice and not like a tiny, thrift store hobo. Her dress would probably look a lot better if she hadn't paired it with scuffed cowboy boots and an old belt with her celestial bronze knuckles clipped to them. (Hey. No one said no weapons!)
At least the real miracle is in that she allowed Heather to do her make-up so that she actually looks like a girl for once and not a twelve-year-old boy. Say a word, though, and she'll probably punch you in the face. It's how she deals with compliments, deal with it.
Though outwardly she would tell anyone that dances are stupid, Margot is actually pretty excited to be here even if she is sticking to the sidelines. She bobs her head in time to the music, keeping an eye on any of the other Ares kids and making sure they don't cause any trouble (she takes this counselor thing very seriously.)]
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At least the real miracle is in that she allowed Heather to do her make-up so that she actually looks like a girl for once and not a twelve-year-old boy. Say a word, though, and she'll probably punch you in the face. It's how she deals with compliments, deal with it.
Though outwardly she would tell anyone that dances are stupid, Margot is actually pretty excited to be here even if she is sticking to the sidelines. She bobs her head in time to the music, keeping an eye on any of the other Ares kids and making sure they don't cause any trouble (she takes this counselor thing very seriously.)]