Disclaimer: I do not own Willy Wonka however Virginia and all her problems and moods are mine.
A/N- this is the edited version thank you to those who reviewed you were right I should get a beta but I got one now however I went back and edited this sorry for the time lag I'll try to be faster there really isn't an excuse.
She glanced up and smiled a wicked, hard smile "ah yes I do seem to recall him Willy Wonka the amazing chocleter. Wasn't that how the song went? Well isn't it? Come on answer me you sniveling goddamned peace of filth," she screamed and as she screamed her mind pulled back from what she said. Why was she yelling? Willy Wonka had never done anything to her but, wait, he had. It was that day… that day 15 years ago she thought as she lapsed into a memory and the victim of her cruel and twisted mind slunk away during the reprieve.
A beautiful young woman peered over the edge of a coffee mug full of steaming chocolate… No, No I'm not just another Willy Wonka. Yes, I share his profession but hat doesn't mean I'm him now does it! She fielded the questions from reporters with a brilliant ease that came from many years of this job. She was a "choclotier" but not really. That was just her side profession; her real profession was just invention of beaut,y and candy, candy inn her mind was the very essence of that. Wasn't it to every one?
Her students that she had been yelling at parents' called in and said the students had been "victimized". Victimizing they had no idea what the hell being a victim was like, but none the less they seemed to think that they were a victim. In reality they weren't victims she was. A victim of having to read there shitty writing and listen to their crappy music that they thought was going to get them some where and if it hadn't been for that man then she wouldn't be in this profession but things had gone wrong horribly, horribly wrong.
She had just announced her contest to the pubic… and she though it had gone well very well indeed but apparently she had been wrong. Her contest was she wanted to let 10 kids into the inter workings of her establishment she thought that they could provide her with inspiration. She got back to her desk and there was the dreaded letter it was cream colored paper with gold text on it and it made her flinch to see the monogram, two WW in flourished pin strokes.
She hadn't hated him admittedly she hadn't been overly fond of him but then again she didn't think he was overly fond of her. She broke the seal and began reading. The letter went as fallows:
Dear Miss Virginia Carol,
I believe you have made a great and tragic mistake and I know you will live to regret it because I Willy Wonka know candy and your so called "Candy Contest" has nothing to do with candy it's art and candy and art while similar are different and I further more wish to inform you I, from this letter on wish to be update on you and hear updates on your progress I'm waiting. –WW
Looking back on that letter, she realized he had been right about one thing, she did regret it but for different reasons then he thought she would. Admittedly she regretted a lot of things that happened during that time. She was suddenly jarred back to reality by the sound of a student asking for help; hmm…she thought to herself that unusual for them to think they need help form me. Fuck it she thought to herself and put down the coffee to help the young man, his named happen to be Elmer, I shouldn't dwell on the past.
A/N ok so it's been edited I should have done that first I'm terribly sorry for the time lag also. I promise I'll be better in the future. Please message and review.