I noticed the boy's eyes on me as I sashayed my hips to the music. The red dress I wore complemented my hour-glass figure marvelously. I sent a flirtatious smile his direction and flipped my thick, dark hair over my shoulder. I then turned on my heel and disappeared into a throng of dancers.
I'd just made it to the punch bowl when I saw him start to come after me. I gave him a haughty look, my mossy eyes flashing under my mask, before moving away again.
We continued this dance for most of the evening. At one point I snuck up behind him and tapped his shoulder, blowing him a kiss before darting away.
Though I know I shouldn't, I enjoy playing with boys. Especially ones as handsome as him. He had chestnut hair and icy blue eyes to die for.
Upon deciding to end the waltz, I caught his eye and stepped out of the doors and into the crisp December air. Snowflakes, the first of the season, floated gracefully to the ground. I gazed up at the dark sky from my place under a tree.
"Finally." I glanced down at the statement. The boy smiled at me. I smiled back, not saying a word.
"Would you care to dance?" He held his arms out. A soft ballad enveloped us as it drifted from the ballroom.
"That sounds wonderful." I replied, the smile still playing on my lips. Placing my hand in his, we began our true dance.
We continued dancing long after the music stopped playing. At last, when it seemed dawn was about to break, we parted ways. I kissed his cheek, my bright lipstick leaving the imprint of my mouth on his skin.
"Wait!" He called after me. I spun around, skirt swirling about my ankles.
"Yes?"
"I- I don't even know your name."
I smirked, and pulled my wand out, seemingly from nowhere. With a swish of the stick, a small paper landed at his feet. I hastened into the castle as he bent to pick it up.
I did not know his reaction to finding out my identity, but I did know I was not yet through with this boy.