This is just a little tail of two characters I love, hehe, I love this because I put more descriptive language into it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter

Enjoy…

Masquerade

All heads turned as a stunning young lady appeared at the top of the stair, her eyes darted across the room, as if looking for someone.

Her gown looked like it was made of pure silk, simple but elegant. It draped over her tanned skin, a small pair of spaghetti straps hung from her shoulders holding the perfect dress in place, the dress rested perfectly just above her chest, and draped low down her back resting on her lower back in small folds. The contrast of bright white to her tanned skin was perfect. The whole dress shone brightly, falling down to the floor and over flowing by a small fraction, the dress hugged her curves and flowed effortlessly.

Her hair was loosely tided in a bun at the back of her head curtain pieces hanging down the side of her face in soft chocolate curls. Small white flowers adorned her hair and complimented the dress perfectly. Her small and rounded face was partly covered by a small mask.

The white mask was embroided with beads and soft butterfly patterns that covered her mask, giving it texture and a slight sparkle. The part of her face not covered by the delicate mask was tanned, like the rest of her body, and her lips where dressed in light pink gloss and a smile of straight gleaming white teeth graced her face occasionally. A pair of soft coffee eyes again searched the crowds bellow, searching but not finding.

Her hand graced the banister with its presence and she slowly begun to float slowly down the steps, tacking each dark emerald step delicately, as not to trip.

The men that aligned the bottom most steps awaiting her arrival turned to the amazing beauty. As the space between them subsided, the men started to climb the stairs, to get closer to her, each in turn offering them her hand and bowing low upon the stairs. Some even her beloved friends, none where the one she searched for. Her eyes suddenly fixed to a patch of platinum blonde moving through the crowd.

The hair in question belonged to a young gentleman, who as many headed for the stairs, towards her.

The gentlemen wore an old fashioned stunning black suit, underneath was a dark green vest with light green swirls and markings. A white shirt and black tie gleamed from beneath it. And even though the colours were dark they contrasted well to his pale milky skin. His face was also cloaked by a small mask that perched on the bridge of his noise. His face was slim and pale, the mask he whore was dark green with swirls of light green, to match his vest. Two stunning lightning blue eyes focused on the maiden upon the stairs, her attention now on him. His blonde locks feel down over the top of his mask small wisps. He reached the stairs both sets of eyes entwined with each other, a window to the soul. He placed his foot on the bottom step, the other men turned to see the women's source of distraction. He bowed and took more steps up extending his hand. The women replied by offering him hers, he climbed further and stood up to his full height, still starring deeply into her eyes. The man smiled in amazement at the beautiful young lady before him, she returned a smile, brilliant in its self. He took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss upon it, he then nodded his head,

"My lady."