Lake Rodney There is room in my lap

Hedda's reflection changed and a moment later the cold face of a snake was looking back at her, it's jaws parted, exposing the yellowing fangs and poison oozing from them. It let out a low hiss and the old hag cringed and turned her head away in disgust. It had been long, since she had spoken with her master and now, when she did, she found little joy in it. 

"Very well," she replied and nodded, accepting the orders. When she looked back, there was her reflection only again. A sound of quiet laughter caught her attention and her head snapped up, her gaze locking on the cheeky bystander. She snorted and approached the other in a slow, but deliberate manner. "You found something funny?" she hissed maliciously.