Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any Harry Potter related stuff, but apart from the Veela enthrallment and werewolf attributes, Fiona is my own creation. Ann belongs to Ann-Marie herself.

– Chapter Four – A Night of Magique –

Fiona spun around in her dormitory room, silvery white-blonde hair flying.

"'Ow do I look?" She asked Arnya, who was staring at her friend, open mouthed.

"You look fantastic!" The Asian eleven year old announced in awe. Fiona spun again, long silvery robes swirling around her. "You look gorgeous!" Arnya added.

"Thanks." Fiona smiled. "Now 'ow should I do my 'air?" She raised an arm and the long, trailing sleeve swished. Arnya looked down at her own sapphire robes with some slight envy. Then she smiled.

"Well, maybe you should sweep the sides up high to the back of your head and clip them, but leaving all your hair hanging down, and leaving a few trailing bits down the sides of your face?" Arnya asked.

"Like zis?" Fiona asked, grabbing her hair. She pulled all the hair infront of her ears to high on the back of her head, clipped it there, and let the hair hang down with all the rest. A few locks framed the sides of her face, falling just to her shoulders. There was a choking noise from the doorway. Arnya and Fiona spun around to face the intruder.

Standing in the doorway was another first year Ravenclaw. The girl had long, wavy black hair, an aristocratic, high-boned face, and a snooty expression.

"Yes Vanessa?" Arnya asked coldly.

"What do you want?" Fiona asked, just a tiny bit more polite.

"Oh, nothing." The girl said, her startling green eyes icy. "No matter." She turned with a swish of her deep blue dress robes and was gone down the stairs.

"I hate her!" Arnya said fiercely. "That one should have been in Slytherin." She spat.

"Arnya!" Fiona exclaimed. "You should not say zat! Vanessa is not very nice, I know, but still…" She trailed off. "Okay, I agree," She admitted after a pause. "Zat one should 'ave been in Slytherin. I just don't unnerstand why she 'ates me!" She added in a small voice.

"That one hates everyone." Arnya replied, staring at the empty doorway. "But who cares, just ignore her." She shrugged. "You should wear you hair like that, it looks lovely."

"You zink so? Well, I will zen." Fiona agreed with a laugh. "And Vanessa will not spoil tonight."

"Yeah! So are we ready?" Both girls slipped their masks on. Both the masks framed the area around the eyes, although Fiona's was more ornate and silver, where as Arnya's mask was sapphire coloured and simpler. They both saw each other and smiled.

"Yes, I zink so." Fiona said, nodding. The silvery butterfly clip she'd used to secure her hair fluttered. "Let's go zen!"

The two girls hurried along the corridors, finally reaching the Great Hall.

"You go first." Arnya said, stepping back from the door.

"No." Fiona retorted.

"Yes, you go first! Else I won't come!" Arnya threatened her friend.

"Fine, I'll go first." Fiona conceded wearily. She stepped forward and opened the door, walking into the Hall. Unbeknown to her, at that moment almost every boy in the Hall smiled dreamily. Arnya slipped inside in Fiona's shadow.

"Well, um… we don't have dates." Arnya said lamely. "So what do we do now? Wait for someone to ask us to dance?" She looked awkward and was fidgeting.

No sooner had she finished the sentence that three guys appeared, from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and even Slytherin.

"Fiona, want to dance?" The Gryffindor asked. The other two repeated the plea. Fiona glanced at Arnya. The girl looked lonely and slightly woebegone.

"Ah, not right now. Maybe in a little while. Later zen?" With some reluctance all three guys retreated. "Lets go sit down." Fiona said to Arnya, pointing to some chairs across the room. "We can sit zere, I zink." Arnya smiled gratefully.

"'K." They walked over and sat down.

"Do you want to dance with me?" A boy said, approaching the pair, looking at Fiona.

"Ah, not right now. Later zen?" She fended him off. The boy melted into the crowd.

"Ah, will you dance with me?" A boy came up to the pair. For once the boy was looking and directing the question at Arnya. Arnya glanced at her friend, who nodded slightly.

"Yeah." Arnya exclaimed, smiling. She got up and left with the Hufflepuff.

Fiona got up and was immediately mobbed by about eight boys. Eventually she just picked one and they began dancing. A few minutes later they were cut in on by another guy, so Fiona switched partners.

Dancing with about the 5th guy, the little Veela decided to try and start a conversation.

"So, do you like Quidditch?" She asked. "I zink it is really cool."

"Yeah…" The guy said absently, staring at her. Fiona tried again. From the corner of her eye she saw Ann and Ron enter the ballroom, and smiled.

"What's your favourite subject?"

"Yeah…" The guy replied. Fiona frowned and broke away. For once she wasn't being followed by several guys, a first year Ravenclaw came and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Ah, hi Fiona." He said shyly. His voice was almost inaudible amongst the music and people. "Would you like to dance?" He asked softly. With a shrug Fiona nodded. The boy's brown eyes lit up, and he brushed his black hair away from his eyes.

"So, do you like Quidditch?" The boy asked wile they were dancing.

"Yes, I do!" Fiona said happily; glad to be talking to someone. "Zee French Falcons area my favourite team." She lilted.

"Ah, 'kay." The boy's voice was becoming stronger.

"What's your favourite subject?" Fiona inquired, smiling.

"Ah, charms." The first year replied. Even though it was fairly dark, Fiona could still tell he was blushing.

"Zat's cool! I 'aven't actually started 'ere yet, I moved from Beauxbatons," she explained, "but so far I like charms that best. Professor Lupin 'as been tutoring me." She added.

"Cool." The boy nodded, his black hair flicking slightly. He twirled Fiona around and she giggled. As she danced, she saw Ann and Ron dancing.

"I'll be back in a minute, wait 'ere." She said, breaking away. Walking over to Ron and Ann, beaming, she told the blissful pair, "Professor – um – Mister Weez – uh, Ron, and Ann, I is so vairy 'appy to be 'ere!" Ron and Ann smiled at her, and then she quickly found the boy she'd been dancing with.

"So, what is Beauxbatons like?" The boy asked curiously.

"It is vairy beautiful." Fiona answered, smiling in reminiscence. "Zee School colours are blue and silver, and we 'ave - 'ad - " She corrected herself firmly, "lots of ice, diamonds, and frosted glass decorating everyzing." She said smiling. "Unfortunately zee teachings vary, so I am be'ind in my work already." She said ruefully, staring into the guys deep chocolate eyes.

"It shouldn't take you that long to catch up, if you work hard. You've missed half of the year, but if you work hard, especially in the next holidays, you'll catch up." He smiled, mouth curving under his gold mask.

"I 'ope so. But zen, I am in Ravenclaw, so 'opefully I will catch up." Fiona smiled.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall waltzed by in the arms of Professor Dumbledore. They went to whirl away into the crowd when Professor Dumbledore broke away. Minerva opened her mouth, but Dumbledore placed a long finger against her lips. Fiona hurriedly turned away, grinning. A few minutes later, Professor Dumbledore ascended the raised platform that the band was playing on.

"Attention, everyone!" His voice rang out across the Hall. The song finished playing and everyone stalled, looking up at the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Fiona stopped dancing with the amazingly cute guy, and stood beside him, both staring up at the platform. "Teachers, guests, and student," Dumbledore began, "I am sorry to say that the Masked Ball is nearing it's end, as it is nearly twelve o'clock." He chuckled. "And as you know, it was at twelve o'clock that Cinderella had to flee the Ball, leaving her Prince with only a shoe." He quoted. Most of the students look confused, only a few full-magic descendants knew muggle fairy-tales. "So it is at twelve that our Masked Ball will end." He said finally. "This is the very last song. Goodnight!" He proclaimed.

The band struck up one slow, classical song. Fiona turned to the boy she'd been dancing with nearly all night.

"Just one more dance huh?" He quipped, smiling.

"Well zen, we'd better get started!" Fiona said laughingly. The two first-year danced around the Hall happily.

DONG! The massive clock struck outside, it's clang reverberating around the room. DONG!

While dancing slowly, Fiona stared into the eyes of her mysterious admirer. DONG!

"'Ey, wait!" She said startled. DONG! The clock struck. "I don't know 'oo you are!" She exclaimed. "You know who I am!" DONG!

"Yes, Fiona D' Neige, Ravenclaw." DONG! The boy replied.

"I don't even know what 'Ouse you're in!" Fiona asked, shocked at how little she knew. DONG!

"No, you don't." The boy smiled. "Yet I know you." DONG!

"Wait!" Fiona said in surprise. DONG! "Wait!" They'd stopped dancing, just staring at each other. "Tell me who you are! What year are you in!" DONG! She implored. The boy turned and looked Fiona straight in the eyes. He pulled out of Fiona's grasp.

"Fiona, I'm…" He trailed off, shaking his head. In the darkness of the room, Fiona saw his face was a shocking white. "I, I'm…" He seemed unable to reply. The clock struck overhead, DONG!

"Who are you?" Fiona insisted. "Please, tell me! You name, just zat!" She pleaded.

"I'm, I… I have to go." He whispered. Fiona only just caught the words. Quick as lightening, Fiona unclasped the silver butterfly from her hair and slid it into his hand, just before he melted into the crowd. Overhead the clock chimed once more, it's loud, resonant DONG echoing just once more around the room. Fiona just stared at the place where her companion had been standing only seconds before, her silvery hair now cascading down the sides of the head and down her back in a silvery waterfall.

(A/N: What House do you think the 'mystery guy' should belong to? Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or even Slytherin? Any name suggestions? I have one I like, but it isn't suitable as it belongs to someone I know and would confuse my story when I write. Will try to update sometime soon, but unfortunately due to lack of response and reviews from readers, and the fact that it's bugging me that this story needs to stick close to my other story in plot-line terms, this story will not be updated all that often. Maybe once a month unless I get a really good idea for a few chapters. Sorry. Byez!)