That's not mine ((Open RP))
It started last week, when one of the house elves handed Fields a tube of lipstick and said it had her name on it, so here it was. Fields turned the tube over, and sure enough, on the bottom was stamped "Strawberry Field," a light mauve-pink.
"Oh no, this isn't mine," she said kindly. "It's just the name of the color. Could you please give it back to whomever it came from?" The house elf shrugged and wandered off.
The next morning the lipstick was by her door, along with a pint of strawberry ice cream. She put the ice cream back in the kitchen, but had no luck with the lipstick.
By the end of the week, she had strawberry body polish, matching soap, strawberry lemonade shower gel, three different shades of blush, four lipsticks, and a perfume called strawberry flowers. The ice cream had also returned, along with a box of strawberry cereal bars, and a package of shortcake with a recipe on the back. Fields posted signs in the common rooms and in the Great Hall with no luck. Finally, in desperation, she took all of her ill-gotten loot into the Great Hall and set up shop.
FREE TO A GOOD HOME
Fields sat down with a spoon for the ice cream and a stack of fashion magazines. If anybody claimed ownership of the stolen goods, she'd apologize at once. If somebody claimed ownership of the ice cream, not only would she apologize, but she'd buy them a new pint, too.
"Oh no, this isn't mine," she said kindly. "It's just the name of the color. Could you please give it back to whomever it came from?" The house elf shrugged and wandered off.
The next morning the lipstick was by her door, along with a pint of strawberry ice cream. She put the ice cream back in the kitchen, but had no luck with the lipstick.
By the end of the week, she had strawberry body polish, matching soap, strawberry lemonade shower gel, three different shades of blush, four lipsticks, and a perfume called strawberry flowers. The ice cream had also returned, along with a box of strawberry cereal bars, and a package of shortcake with a recipe on the back. Fields posted signs in the common rooms and in the Great Hall with no luck. Finally, in desperation, she took all of her ill-gotten loot into the Great Hall and set up shop.
FREE TO A GOOD HOME
Fields sat down with a spoon for the ice cream and a stack of fashion magazines. If anybody claimed ownership of the stolen goods, she'd apologize at once. If somebody claimed ownership of the ice cream, not only would she apologize, but she'd buy them a new pint, too.