I flung open the door, and my clothes started to fly out of my messy cupboard.

The scavenging pixie glared up at me, "This is disgusting, I am aware you never well dressed, but apparently you have no fashion sense. Just my luck that I have to take one of your items for the fairy festival."

I spluttered, but before I could retort, it disappeared in a puff of green mist. Along with my expensive silk scarf.

I found it, three months later, with a sprinkling of pixie dust and a thank you note. Along with a detailed fashion guide.

Word count - 100

Prompt 14 - "It's late at night, you're home alone and you hear a suspicious knocking coming from your closet. In 100 words write about what you find after opening the door."