Anastasia Salvatore was considered perfect and looked strikingly gorgeous with her shiny skin, eyes that could make any man swoon and innocent eyes. Her delicate soft-looking fingers that would play the piano perfectly, letting out a deadly sound.

But deep down, she hid all her facade under her beauty. She hid her darkest secrets behind her smile, her eyes hiding her lack of emotion towards other people. She had a naive beauty that just gave Anastasia more so the advantage. A mask that she wore incredibly well you wouldn't even notice the smirk she would let out when people spoke about mudbloods.

Now in sixth year, she had only once let her mask slip. And that was to the infamous Tom Riddle.

When he came to her asking, more demanding, her to become one of his knights. She had been skeptical, but soon resented once she found out that Tom was the heir of Slytherin.

In the beginning they had a very balanced relationship, and often Anastasia would even dare admit that Tom trusted her over his other dearest knights. He would tell her information she was sure he would never utter to anyone.

But along the way, she had soon grown overly fond of Tom. More so then she thought. She was not the naive little innocent girl she let on. She knew Tom to be handsome, probably the most attractive male in Hogwarts. And she was neither oblivious to the looks Tom would send her—the thought only making her amused when she thought about it.

They both work well together. No facades, no masks.

Only the truth.