October 31st 1970
Curling my hair down my back I knew it wasn't long until I would see him again. He had mentioned two masks, one to wear while with me, another for when he was keeping up the reputation he had. I didn't want to be so secretive, so my mask would remain the same throughout. The idea of a masquerade was probably one of a Gryffindor's, but non-the-less, I could finally be seen with Rodolphus in public – I so it seemed anyway.

"Cissa, are you ready?" I heard Andi calling me. She was a year older than me and was the only person I was relatively close to in my family. Bellatrix had left school two years ago, and since then I had risen from the shadow of both sisters to make my own name.

"Coming," I shouted back, making sure the fishnet tights I wore were perfect and adjusted the mask which was studded with gold gems and lace. My dress was risky for the time of year and the occasion, but if anyone recognised me they would keep quiet. The skirt of my dress was split on one leg all the way to my thigh, allowing whoever took watch a look at the long and skinny legs supporting my upper body, along with the beige heels I had stolen from London the previous weekend. At the age of 16, I was towering over other students, but I was a lot more mature than them as well. I had sex at least once a day with various people, but lately my mind had been set on him. Rodolphus Lestrange had got me hooked on his charm within hours, and within weeks I had fell in love with him. Too bad we were both known for our reputation of sleeping around, and that guy loves his reputation.

Reaching the hall, I could tell just how much effort had been put into the night, but my vision went straight to his. Eyes locked across the room, and suddenly no one else was around, just us. My feet moved before my mind realised it, and finally in his arms, my lips pressed against his with the passion we had missed all day.
"I love you," he whispered, and my mind reeled. "So very much, Cissa."
I nodded instantly, my lips reattaching themselves to his. "I love you too Roddy."

We danced for an hour before it was time for the true him to make an appearance. In my eyes the true him was fake, and the Rodolphus I grew to know was the person that was real. I ended up dancing with a very clearly drunk Lucius, his lips on my neck but my eyes remained fixed on my man, letting Latisha Nott grind against him like it was nothing. My heart broke enough for me to react to a kiss from Lucius, not realising that Roddy was watching at that moment.

In an instant, he was back to mystery man and pulling me away from the drunk blonde. "You're playing yourself short there," he commented, causing a scowl on my face.
"Just like you're enjoying Nott showing your cock-" He cut me off with his lips at that, and even when angry, I couldn't not kiss him.

"I cannot wait to get you out that dress," he mumbled, swaying with me to one of the slower songs of the evening. He noticed my smile. "You know exactly what fishnets do to me."
I laughed softly and adjusted my arms, nodding. "That's the reason I wore them. And I will let you unzip me tonight." I knew I was teasing him as I moved his hand to trail along my thigh slowly, but I couldn't care any less. We were in public but we felt intimately alone.
"I'll definitely unzip you. Then I'm going to make you scream more than once." He slurred his words into my ear, each syllable spoken to force my core to react, just as it always had. He could make the most crude words sound heavenly.

The promise wasn't broken, and I was screaming his name in four different positions throughout the night, both of us too worked up to have gentle love-making. By morning, everything I felt was different.