That was a funny way to respond. Estella felt like there were little cartoon hearts floating around her head with the way she was staring up at this beautiful man, and she giggled madly. He was so handsome! At least, the bottom half of his face was handsome. She really wanted to see his full face, which was most definitely gloriously handsome, but first she needed to kiss those wonderful lips of his.
Estella closed the distance between them and locked lips with her masked suitor. Oh, what a kiss! It was sweet, but full of meaning. Full of tongue as well. Tongue was good. Mmm. She really did love kissing, she did it a lot with...with that bloke she lived with. Estella couldn't recall his name at the moment, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was this tall, dashing man in front of her. Who was her? Who was he that he got her so riled and excited?
Goodness.
They broke apart and Estella's mind swirled. She needed to see his face more clearly. Her hand reached out and she pushed his mask up his forehead. West Sumpter! He was gay, wasn't he? How strange that they'd decided to be soul mates. Estella pulled off her own mask, so that her love could get a proper view of her lovely makeup, and the shock of the mask's jinx hit her like a bolt of lightening.
"YOU ARE NOT MY HUSBAND!" she shrieked, backing away and putting her hands up to her chest as if he was going to grab her again. Estella knew West from the various quidditch events, and she reached out and punched him in the arm, "WEST! How could you?!"
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