(Your Alastor)

As you sat down onto the chair, you had said some pretty rude things to Rosie earlier, and you knew it was a bad idea to do so. Your ears were pinned against your head, the corners of your smile twitching.

Rosie suddenly came back from the backrooms of her shop, and she held out the contract that you signed years ago. She had a small frown on her pale face. You were her pet, and you knew that well.

"Alastor.. I told you not to say rude comments to me." Rosie said, her black lips still a frown. She held a gentle and sweet tone, just more serious. She snapped her fingers, and a chain appeared on your neck. She tugged on it, making you make a small whine sound.