The candles illuminated a pale figure sat upon the piano stool.
She raised her wrist and her fingers started dancing over the ivory keys, the small click of her nails could be heard as they came in contact.
The music was thick and sombre but it sped up drastically until her fingers were just a white blur.
Knock "Mistre-"
The woman whipped out her wand, sending the house-elf flying against the grate of the fire. The stagnant stench of burning flesh sizzled and she finally let the elf down. Its dropped as if some doll, onto the carpet, it was quivering as the papery skin on its back bubbled.
Lamia waved her wand and the letter the house-elf was holding zoomed into her hand.
She returned to playing her piece. Her fingers finally returned back to their fast pace, and with a finally loud trickle of notes, she finished.
Using her bladed wand as a letter opener, she examined the paper scrawled in a spidery handwriting.
Her mouth lifted up at the corners and she left without hesitation.
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