Master Bedroom

a contrast to the rest of the house as it is well lit(with candles) and looks quite modern...

Lamia entered the modern room, she quickly changed out of her clothes and climbed into her bed, as usual she fell into a dreamless sleep, it was always either nightmares or nothing...

She apparated with dark coils of smoke. She rushed towards the vanity and rummaged through the draws, searching for the girl's bobble. none. She looked round and found it on the floor.

As soon as she picked it up, it dropped from her fingers and she collapsed unconscious.

Cackles, fingers ran through her locks, a cold touch on her cheek. She shivered, reluctant to open her eyes.

"My dear dear daughter"

Lamia's eyes snapped open. No. Her gaze was level with the beautiful luminescent face of her mother's. The surrounding area was just plain black.

Shit.

She quickly pushed herself up, heart pounding.

"Oh, i won't hurt you this time my dear"Not yet, was left unsaid.

The woman took a breath and stood up, towering over Lamia. "But i've come to warn you, your father is displeased by your Gryffindor attitude-"

"Gryfindor!?!" Lamia whipped out her wand but was soon experiencing the Cruciatus.

Despite Lamia's screams, the woman's sweet voice was clear.

"Reckless"she hissed as she dragged her claw-like nail down Lamia's neck, drawing blood. She laughed and the area dissolved into Lamia's room.

Lamia gulped and lay there for a few minutes before feeling the burn of her dark mark.

the meeting.

she picked up her wand and disapparated.