Balcony

it connects to all the bedrooms near the back, there are velvet couches protect against rain with the Impervius charm.

One may have mistaken her for a marble statue, her skin still remained its milky lustre as it caught the morning's sunrise.

She hadn't slept a wink yet her eyes were unaffected from her temporary insomnia.

In her hand, was her staple diet of a glass of poisoned wine. The veins on the side of her neck were more visible, the dark purple spider-like veins eating away the feeling of her neck.

Her attention faded off into the distant spring drizzle, she had closed herself off from everything else, she had to grow stronger. It was a very grave mistake. Boredom was gnawing at her conscience, she was already starting to lose focus in the books she had thrust upon herself.

She stood up, and disappeared in the typical black tendrils of the deatheaters, consumed by hunger.

Clothed in a long white silk slip, she leaned over the rail, with a glass of red wine in hand.

It was a chilly morning but she felt no wisp of cold due to the bonfire down below. Many of her creatures shrank away from the bright source of heat and light yet most burrowed inside the glowing embers, snapping at her house-elves. The wind carried the stench of rotting flesh in her face, yet it didn't faze her, it had almost become her perfume.

Various shapes of charred corpses were in flames, shapes of deceased house-elves and dead bodies of which she had grown tired of.

"Oh Lena, Lena, Lena" she mumbled, recalling the last time she had seen the girl's face, she would be coming back soon for the Summer.

She downed her last bit of wine and let the glass drop over the railing.

However no smash could be heard, only the sound of glass against stone.

Lamia spun round only to be met by her recent acquaintance. Samael.

In his hand, was a bottle of the poisoned red wine. He poured himself a glass and drank the red liquid slowly, as if mocking Lamia of her languid lessons of poisoning herself, of how such a strong poison didn't affect him. He was a Healer after all.

His time drinking, was her chance to exit before he made more fun of her. She smacked her lips in excitement for when the guy would outlive his usefulness to her, then gone would be her days of mockery.