Living room

Black, low-back leather sofas, some arm-chairs and a fireplace. There is a door that leads to the kitchen...

Lamia came in, hair all washed and bound up in a towel, holding a small glass of red liquid, she groaned as she sat down...time for school she smirked grimly.

She downed the rest of her drink and got up...

Lamia entered hand still clasped with a little girl's. She motioned towards one of the leather chaises.

"A drink child?"

"Orange juice please" the girl called in a singsong voice.

"Angor!" she called.

The girl quickly grasped her hand as the house-elf appeared. It was scrawny with a large hooked nose and it had pointy ears like an elf's.

"Mistress wants me?" he drawled.

"Go fetch some Orange juice for my little friend"Lamia flashed an over sweet smile. Her house-elf nodded knowingly with an evil glint in his eye. That was why Lamia favoured him compared to the other house-elves, he always accepted his punishments unlike the other whining house-elves she kept and he always seemed to know what her actions were going to be.

He nodded, face devoid of emotion as he disapparated in black smoke...

She chuckled at the girl, stroking her locks fondly. "He's my friend too, he works here"she whispered."He's an elf"

"Like Santa's elves?"

"Yes, just the same" she smiled. Santa? probably some Muggle God...

Rosie relaxed slightly.

Angor apparated next to the little girl, amusement vivid in his eyes as she jumped in fright. He shoved the glass of orange juice into her hand.

"Th-Thanks"

He just disapparated without a word....

As soon as the orange liquid touched the girl's lips, she slumped down onto the floor, glass sliding out of her fingers, smashing onto the ground...

She would leave Angor to put her somewhere safe...Lamia strode out...

When Lamia entered the fire glowed an iridescent emerald green. She sat in front of it, on the blood red rug and pulled out her wand.

She heard a pop behind her.

She spun round, pressing her knife against the intruder's neck.

It was Angor, yet she didn't lower her blade.

"Why have you come?"she demanded.

Angor smirked. "Angor has done Mistress' bidding, Angor has cleaned little filth's ash"

She finally lowered her wand and turned her back towards him, looking into the dancing green flames."Good. Now leave."

With a Pop, Angor vanished.