Maze

Lamia strolled through, her white dress was drenched in blood as it clung to her, she still smelt of child's blood. She knew full well that her smell would lure the creatures out from the depths of the maze, yet she had no reason to be uneasy. This was her normal routine.

Crunch

She peered down, only to see the House-elf's tiny bones, picked clean. She had never sent her elves out here for punishment, she preferred to be the cause for their life to slowly ebb away.

However something in the back of her head knew that she was the one who did it...but when?

She heard rustling. Her reflexes were quick as she spun round drawing her wand, the blade burrowed into the creature's chest.

Bullseye

However it was still alive, it was strangely feline, it swatted its sharp claws, catching the flesh on Lamia's cheek. She hissed, keeping her cool, she muttered a spell. Tergeo.

The creature's eyes widened as the blood was being drained from its body, it raised it's claw again, but it was losing blood fast.

Within seconds, it was just a dry carcass, an empty shell.

Lamia pulled her wand out and carried on walking through her maze.

It was minutes before she reached the centre, not one creature decided to attack her but she knew that they were watching her but most of them had learned to submit to her. Despite her beliefs that Purebloods ruled over every filth and abomination, she felt a hint of disgust that those creatures had submitted to her, it was no fun.

However, she banished those thoughts and she had reached her goal. She could see the stone snakes of the fountain. She remembered sitting there in her childhood, in a maze devoid of creatures when she ran away from her parents.

But that would never exist again, her parents were dead and she had made sure to fill the maze with dangerous creatures, making it into a sort of sick game to any who dared venture, one that risked one's life.

Lamia waded into the waters, dyeing it red with the blood that crusted on her dress. The creatures would feed tonight she laughed and raised a hand to caress the heads of the stone snakes in the centre of the fountain. She smiled as the cold ebbed her hand out of feeling, the snakes were starting to move slightly, pressing their heads into her palm. Obviously she had enchanted them, it was truly a treasure in the middle of the maze.

To her, they always were.