Yet again I've started another fic without finishing the two others! Wow I'm on a roll! Anyways... hope you guys review because I really need feedback on this one!

Disclamer: If I owned anything at all i would be indulging in my girlish fantsies, but partying with an infamous chocolatier. Sorry.


Marshmallow Pies

Chapter One- Meeting Dwyn

No time for fun.

That's what she grew up with; work and no play. But she didn't have a choice; her father had left shortly after getting her mother impregnated, so she had to work to help her mum make ends meet. It was difficult, but Dwyn Cathal Ashby new nothing else. As a child, she would go to school and work at the candy shop as a delivery girl. She was a sweet child, and was very much interested in candy and chocolate. But those were foolish fantasies, and with time, Dwyn was soon forced to forget about candy and all other manor of fun; because she had to work.

But the poverty didn't last forever. In fact, Dwyn's mother, Nadine, had gotten very lucky and was hired for a decent job. The single mother was then promoted and soon, when the time came for University, Dwyn Ashby had enough money to go to Oxford. That's exactly what she did.


And, after graduating valedictorian of her class, Dwyn Cathal Ashby decided to visit her mother back in New London.

She had gotten word of the humongous chocolate factory Willy Wonka had built; the largest chocolate factory in the world, and was very excited to see it. Dwyn had read about the conspiracy with Wonka's workers, and even though she didn't know him, the young woman felt sorry for the world renowned chocolatier.

She smiled as she packed the last of her things; she was going home.


"Dwyn! Dwyn!"

The green-eyed brunette smiled as she got off the bus and enveloped her mother in a hug.

"Dwyn, honey… how are you? How was Oxford?"

"Good, mum. I wrote to you… didn't you receive my letters?"

Nadine smiled. "'Course I did! But it's so much better to hear it from you! Oh, and you must be starving! I was sure to cook something special for you… Oh Dwyn I'm so happy you're home!"

The young woman smiled. "Me too mum, you've no idea how happy I am to be back."

And at that moment, Dwyn saw her mother tearing up. "Mum… what's wrong?"

"Look at you, y-you're a young woman now!" The older woman sniffled. "I'm so proud of you!"

Dwyn found herself blushing. "C'mon mum, let's go home."


Her room hadn't changed.

The paint was still chipping, and all her old candy wrappers were on the walls. Dwyn smirked as she thought of all the new wrappers to add to her collection.

It was true that she was always working, but in her free time, she would buy Wonka bars and keep the wrappers. An odd habit for a young woman, but Dwyn enjoyed it.

The smell from the kitchen was amazing, and her rumbling stomach soon informed the brunette that she was in fact, hungry. Smirking, Dwyn skipped to the kitchen for her dinner, just like she used to as a child.


"And what of the factory?"

"Nobody knows, dear. It's a mystery."

"But surely Mr. Wonka can't run the entire factory by himself, it's simply impossible!"

Nadine shrugged. "Nothing is impossible for Willy Wonka."

At that comment, Dwyn smiled. "I suppose so… he really is quite something, hmm?"

"Yes… now, onto more pressing matters… how were the boys at Oxford?"

The younger woman blushed. "Mum!!"

Nadine smirked. "What!? Don't tell me that there were no good looking fellows at that school, Dwyn. Now that is impossible."

"Well, erm… it's… complicated-ish a-and, I mean they weren't all that-"

"Never you mind, love." The older woman laughed.

Dwyn crossed her arms over her chest and glared. "Now, that was completely uncalled for, mum."

Nadine simply waved the comment off and smiled. "Some of your friends want to show you the city tomorrow, you remember Clair and Simon?"

"Of course!"

"Well then, you should probably get some rest. Leave the cleaning of the dishes to me, dear. You get some sleep; it must've been a trying day for you."

With a kiss to the cheek and a hug, Dwyn was off to bed.


"… And that's the factory." Clair finished, clearly out of breath.

"Not to be rude, Clair. But I've the feeling that Dwyn already knew that was the factory, I mean, if the ominous building was any clue. She was an Oxford student, remember?"

"Well… yes, I suppose so. But I just felt the need to-"

"Guys?"

"Yeah?" They answered in unison.

"Has anybody ever been in the factory, after the incident, I mean?"

Clair shook her head. "Nobody."

"But then how does the chocolate get made?"

"It's a mystery." Simon answered.

The three friends stopped in front of the factory and stared. Simon playfully nudged Dwyn. "Dare ya to go in."

The brunette smirked. "I don't think so."

"Chicken!" Both chorused.

Dwyn stuck her tongue out playfully.

"Chicken! Chicken!"

Dwyn rolled her eyes and smiled. "Tonight."

Her friends' eyes widened. "We were kidding!" Clair exclaimed.

"Speak for yourself!" Simon smirked. "Make you a deal, Dwyn. You go touch the door and I'll never call you a chicken again during the rest of my natural life."

The brunette thought. Was it worth it? She did really want to see the factory at a closer proximity, and how hard could it be anyways?

"Okay, I'll do it. But you have to promise me, Simon!"

He grinned. "Why of course, m'lady! But we all know that the real reason you're going to the factory is to see your beloved chocolatier, Willy Wonka."

At that Dwyn blushed and shoved Simon into Clair. "He's not my beloved, Simon. I don't even know him… I'm just curious about his work, is all."

Both friends gave her a look.

"What? I promise!"

"Right." Clair muttered sarcastically.

But Dwyn didn't hear her, she was too busy looking up at the humongous factory. "Tonight." She murmured.


Okay, how was that? A little choppy? Please I NEED your opinions!