Chocolate EVERYTHING!

Robin was out at night - again. What? She's never been caught before, so she should keep doing it, until she was caught. And then after getting caught, convince the professor that you won't do it again, and do it again. It was simply the circle of life. ...And she was hungry, so don't judge her, okay?

She tickled the pear and opened the door after hearing the giggle escape from it. She slipped in quietly and knocked the door close. A swarm of house-elves surrounded her.

"Miss! What would you like to eat?" The general words of the house-elves were.

She thought for a moment. "I'd like a bit of chocolate chip cookies, some hot chocolate, a brownie, some chocolate syrup, and anything chocolate that I haven't thought of yet. And ooh! I want a can of whipped cream please - all of this together making one serving," she added quickly, poking her stomach.

Thank god for metabolisms, she thought to herself, sitting down on the ground and crossing her legs.

The house-elves all spread out and started making the food. Once they were done, they handed her a plate full of chocolaty goodness that made her mouth water - literally.

"Oh my god thank you thank you thank you!" She quickly hugged each of the the house-elves leaving them with a surprised look on their faces. She assumed they were never hugged before.

She sat back down on the ground and took the plate on her hands. She covered all of her food with a rich white whipped cream, ready to eat.

Storm was sitting on one of the worktops, much to the elves dismay. They kept looking up at her, frowning, and then shuffling off to do Merlin knows what. She didn't care what they thought of it, even though it might be very rude.

The redhead looked at the girl with a lot of chocolate, all of a sudden having the urge to go ask an elf for the same.

Finally, Storm chuckled to herself and walked over. "Are you really going to eat that all by yourself?"

Robin looked up at the new voice, fully expecting it be a teacher or a prefect who caught her wandering at night.

She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw it was only a third year Gryffindor. "Er... maybe?" She said sheepishly, blushing, "You want some?"

She called a house elf to get her another plate. After slicing everything she had on her plate in half, she placed one half carefully onto the plate. She took the whipped cream and sprayed it carefully on the plate, creating not one, but two masterpieces that made her mouth water with hunger.

She handed one plate to Storm and bit into her brownie.

Storm nodded. "Yeah. That'd be nice." She watched closely as the girl divided everything in twos, and sprayed it with whipped cream.

She sat down close by the girl and took her own plate. "Thanks." She took a bite of a chocolate chip cookie. "I've seen you in classes. It's Robin, right?"

Robin nodded, "Yeah, it is; and you're Storm, right?" She asked, taking a sip of the warm hot chocolate.

She frowned when she realized that Storm didn't get any hot chocolate. She called a house-elf. "Hey, Pokey," she muttered to the creature, "can you get her some hot chocolate, please? And put the marshmallows on the side, I'm not sure if she likes them. Thank you."

Pokey the house-elf smiled brilliantly at Robin, and she couldn't help but smile back. A moment or two later, the house-elf presented mouth-watering worthy hot chocolate with a swirl of cream on the top, similar to her own drink. She took the mug and handed it to Storm, "there you go," she smiled at her.

"Yeah," she said. "Robin... that's a nice name. Like the bird."

Storm didn't say a word, just watched the girl and the house-elf. Hot chocolate. She loved the stuff. It was basically her form of drugs.

"Thank you," the Gryffindor told the house-elf and Robin. She clincked their mugs together. "To life, eh?" And then Storm drank a sip of the hot chocolate.