"You. Yes you!" Violet pointed a finger at Laurence. "You've been putting love potion in my food."

"So what if I am? It's a very potent potion too. You won't even know what you're doing."

"It's not going to work on me mister," then she went back inside the doors of their dormitory.

"I can get your potion to work for you," said Alice behind him. "For a fee, of course."

Laurence started out of shock. "Stop sneaking behind people's back. You're scaring the crap out of me. It's against the rules of the school. And how did you know I was planning that?" said Laurence.

Alice rolled her eyes. "You've been pouring obvious-smelling potions on our part of the table, I had to go through that horrible soup one time just to have my dinner. It's not even close to cardboard rocket science figuring it out."

"What do you want?" said Laurence.

"I can give you an additional product." Alice took out a flask from one of her bags. "Just put this in your love potion, so you don't need Violet to drink it. You can drink it yourself. After that, you will smell with the thing Violet likes the most. No love will be lost between us."

"You're selling your friend to me?"

Alice shrugged. "Why not?" She watched as her classmate accepted the potion and went to his room to mix his concoction.

Alice was curious. Hogwarts was a very big place. And sometimes, people get lost in it. That was why a tracing system was cast into the whole castle. And if you just get the spells right, you could make a map to show where everyone in the castle was. Just like GPS. Only here, it wasn't illegal, because the Wizarding community is behind technological and humanistic evolution. They were idiots who got lazy with swishing their wands.

Peggy came out of professor Lupin's office after her detention and headed back to the common room.

"It was horrible... the Professor he..." said Peggy.

"What did he do to you?" asked Violet.

"He...he made me do lines... I had to- " she gulped, "had to finish a whole parchment."

"That's not so bad."

"He let me choose between three pens," said Peggy. "The first one made you laugh hysterically when you use it. The second one made you itch all over. And the third one made you dance in your feet. And he said if I didn't finish, I'd have to clean to Grindilow tanks."

Everyone shivered. Nobody wants to be sentenced to the Grindilow tanks.

"So you finished the parchment, right?" said Violet.

"No..." Peggy clutched the front of her robes. "I gave up halfway! Violet, It's your turn now. You mustn't give in. You must be strong and courageous and endure."

Beside them, from the boy's dormitory, Laurence appeared to have come down from the stairs. He immediately made a beeline where Violet was sitting. Violet looked up to him with a different expression. It was not the fierce and feisty one he used to see every day. No. The eyes that were staring at him right now was dreamy. Her soft eyelashes blinked at him slowly and she tilted her head questioningly.

"You smell like," she started to speak. "…like, chocolate, parchment and books, in a dingy library. Oh, I get it, you smell like a coffee shop. No. A coffee shop will have new books. You smell like the library full of musty and dusty old books, only it was a library where chocolate is not banned. With cream and burnt marshmallows and wafer and chocolate fudge toppings. Makes you want to hide in one shelf nook and just lick secretly and stickily."

"Where are you going?" said Laurence.

"I suddenly want to eat books, and I want to.. I want to..." Violet sniffed the air and put both her hands forward as if trying to hold the chocolate smell. She walked forward as if she was hit by a confundus charm. "Must. Eat. Must. Eat."

Violet Sharp climbed out the common room door. Insatiable craving for Chocolate. She could smell it. The heightened smell of cocoa aroma was guiding her through the corridors.

"And she's gone," observed Alice.

"What on earth happened? You said the potion would work!" said Laurence.

Somebody was impatiently knocking in the door. And without waiting for an answer, the student swung it open.

"Violet," he said flatly.

"Yes sir."

"Come over here." Violet went over.

"Today you're going to-" he was cut off by a patronous.

A patronous entered the room (it came from the window) to interrupt his predicted long-standing telling off. "Mate, you gotta see this," came the excited voice of one Sirius Black. "Just jump off your window like a good boy."

"Excuse me," said Lupin. "I have to go out for a while." And by go out, he meant, really go out of the castle as in like, using the window. He grabbed hold of the window frame to swing one leg on it, then his back was to Violet. They were probably a thousand feet above ground but he jumped out anyway. And Lupin was gone. Violet was left alone in the room.

"What is it you want to show me Sirius, that you had to meet me in the window, " said Lupin irritably enough. He was wiping the dust off the coat of his shoulder.

"I can't believe you just said that. I can't believe you just-"

"What is it? Time is running."

"You just fell from the window and landed on it. You're sitting on it you moron."

Lupin looked around where he was sitting. "I believe we're sitting on a muggle car."

"A sports car who I just charmed into flying, yes."

"Don't tell me. You're going to now say, 'James would have squeaked in glee.' 'James would have danced tango like a cancan and made cartwheels while baking apple pies in the mouth of a gringots dragon...' what was that you always used to tell me?"

"I was going to, but you said it first. And I change my statement. It should have been, 'Tonks would have squeaked in glee.'" Sirius flew the car a little higher to be in level with the window. (He was previously below, so as not to spoil the supposed surprise.) "You know what, get your big head out of the way." Sirius leaned forward while Remus went to the side to make room for him, since his head was between the window and Sirius. "Tonks! Tonks! I've got a baby to show you!"

"Tonks is not there," said Lupin quietly.

Something was amiss. He knew it the moment that Violet was no longer in her seat. Heavem knows what kind of damage dhe could do unnattended.

"Wait a minute. Sirius, fly me closer. I need to go back to my office."

At first, Violet sat innocently swinging her legs in the chair, and humming.

In one corner, there was this beautiful glass jar that provided her a full view of chocolates with gold, red and green shiny wrappers, all full of lustre and begging for her attention.

But then, oh heck. If Lupin was going to give her the tormented quills, she might as well eat like it's her last meal.

One, two, three chocolate wrappers lay on the floor. Just one more… hmmm… just one more and I'll stop. But when her hands went into the jar again, it was already empty. A slight panic filled her system. She had stepped the line of Lupin's hospitality. She had eaten too much.

But then again, it wasn't as if there were many in the jar. It was only a third full. She saw that. Or maybe a bit more than that, she can't be sure. In fact, it was not enough. Not enough in the jar. Not enough chocolate. If there was just one more bar in there, it would have been alright.

Her eyes started to wander across the room. Out of all the paintings her eyes could see, there was a square one curiously boring. It only had a picture of boorish big books that could have you asleep with just looking at their sheer size.

She decided to go for that one. Since if she was about hiding something lustful, she's probably hide it in something innocuous too. Like that painting over there.

She touched the surface to search for signs of hidden lock. The big book on the painting sprang to life and opened its pages. The book had the word "password" written across it.

"Hmmm," Tonks had to think. What would Remus use as a password for his most treasured possession?

Five guesses later, the door swung open to reveal the treasure. Complete with lights and celestial music.

If I just get one piece, he would never notice it was missing.

Ten minutes later, she was already chewing the face of a particular Belgium chocolate slab (80% cocoa). Half of it was still hanging in her mouth. She heard footsteps approaching.

Remus looked at his office at large and noticed there was something a little off. Violet was not in her seat. The Chocolate Jar. He suddenly realized he had left it openly displayed and vulnerable on top of the desk and outside his drawers, But he was so wrong. It was ten times worse than the jar.

A trail of chocolate wrappers scattered on the floor. He followed carefully and it inevitably lead to a hidden corner of his shelves. He arrived at the scene of the crime with the culprit still sitting on a pile of wrappers.

Violet gulped the rest of her chocolate when she looked up and saw the face of Professor Lupin.

Lupin looked from her dirty mouth who just swallowed a half slab, to the opened vault to the right then to the colourful wrappers on the floor.

"Explain yourself."

"Professor, I'm sorry… I got tempted. It was tasty, and it melt in my mouth-"

She decided to get herself off the hook in a roundabout way. "And I was deprived of Chocolate when I was a child. I kept looking on the window of Honeydukes on a rainy day craving for that one chocolate I couldn't even dream of eating. But it was only after ten years of hard work that I was able to buy one." Tonks recited. It ought to work. That was his own life story on why he's got chocolate addiction. She was pushing her luck thus far.

"And honestly, at his your age right now, I was doing you a favour. Helping you finish it so you don't get diabetes."

One hour later, Remus sat on his chair gazing at her. Eyes unblinking and silent.

Then, very slowly, he started to eat one of his chocolates. One after another he opened colorful wrappers, cracking hard brittle slabs into his mouth. Silver foils crunched, each revealing a different treat inside. Some were puffy soft that had soft gooey in the middle, some had rocky surfaces you thought it was just full of tidbits, but when you bite it off, you find it was all chocolate through and through.

Next, he cracked a slice of the solid brittle chocolate bar and dropped it to the fudge. He opened wrapper after wrapper of small pieces of chocolates and laid it down to the plate, making a chocolate fondue. Then he went to chuck all of those on the cup too.

He set a transparent cup before him and tapped his wand for an aguamenti. then he proceeded to add the chocolate and stir it with the wand that was above it. Then added cream. Merlin, how he knew all the household spells. Wafer and fudge were added next. After that, he went and cast a freezing charm on the cup until it was fizzing with creamy coldness.

Then he conjured a spoon, and slowly, slowly, very hesitant, he dipped the spoon to his cup of perfection.

"Don't even think about it. You are not going to have any."

Violet sat across his desk, licking her lips in envy.

"But professor, it's black in there! There are doxys and the dust is at least an inch thick," said Violet.

"I know," said the professor, "Now go and brush those cells."

She stomped noisily as she headed for the Grindilows.

Then Remus could hear her say, "bugger, bugger, bugger…didn't even give me a chance at the quills..."

"Professor! These stains won't come off."

"Don't you know at least a few household spells?" came Remus' non-commital to teach reply.

"Oh, sod it!" she strode forward. "Imma modern woman," she bellowed loudly. "And as is, I don't need -" she kicked some cage door and tangled her foot, landed to the ground with a thud. She didn't finish her sentence.

Lupin mused at the apparent stupidity of marrying someone who hasn't even learned how to tie her shoelaces. "need help?" he told her.

"M'alright, just some broken bones," said a muffled voice meters away from him.

Violet gazed upwards on his face. He was bending down over and was trying to keep a straight face, his lips hreatening to curve into a smile.

"Well, what are you doing? Aren't you gonna help me up?" was her acid reply.

"I thought you were a modern woman who-"

"JUST HELP ME UP!"

"Of course."

Violet felt a hand on both her arms heave her up to sitting position. He then proceeded to examine her, murmuring short spells to patch her up.

"Shoelaces," he said; on his knees to tie her shoelaces. "Your shoelaces are loose. That's why you always trip." It would have been romantic, except Tonks was holding a dirty mop in one hand and a dirty rag on the other. "You should seal it with magic so it doesn't get loose. You always seem to forget," Lupin said kindly, as he worked on the knots.

"Thanks, I thought you were-"

Then all of a sudden, she fell flat to the ground again. Lupin had pulled her leg. "Quit pulling my leg Nymphadora. All these times you want me to masquerade as a complete idiot."

"What are you talking about?" said Violet. "I am a repeater. From Beauxbatons. That's why I'm already an expert on some wand techniques. Beauxbatons wouldn't have me back since I already repeated for so many times so I transferred to Hogwarts, and took an aging potion, that's why I look young. I already have a son. Out of wedlock, thank you very much. Not everyone is as self-righteous as you. And that was that. Everything I made, it was legal. "

Horror flashed briefly across his features.

But Violet stood up too. Not after laughing violently. "And who's Nymphadora?! Your pet cat that had to die in shame for having such a ninny first name?" Except she could hardly get that sentence out, clutching her stomach from laughing, she could barely breath.

But before Lupin could make an annoyed reply, the door opened with a bang.

Alice appeared on the opening. "Violet! What are you doing here wasting time?"

She went over the Violet and whispered to her ear. "Meet me in the eastwing just below the potions door. The entrance will be there tonight."

She made a run for it, intending to go back to the dorm and get her broom to go to the eastwing through the window with her broom, but Lupin was faster, and his stride were longer. He made for her direction to block her escape. "I don't think so." Lupin was aiming to stand between her and the door.

"Right!" Violet's eyes became alert. She thrashed the mop to the floor and dashed to slide out the door before Lupin. And she was out running, oblivious to the Professor calling behind her.

Violet was running through the corridors. Laurence Evans' trace seem to lead her upward and upward on uncharted corridors that appeared to not be on the map. It was just there. The trace. But it was not there in the map. But she had to follow it.

"Wait!" came the voice of Professor Lupin from behind. When Violet showed no signs of stopping, he cast a spell to conjure an invincible wall to block her escape.

Tonks struck straight to it with an "Ow", like bumping over a glass door. She fell backwards on the floor, her butt, landing first with a thud. She waived for the blocking wall to disappear, and casted a slapdash dillushionment charm on herself to make her fresh escape.

But Remus' spell was quick. "Oh, no you don't," with one mighty horizontal swish with his arm (that looked cool and forcefull), Remus sent white powder raining all over the place until he could see her form under the Dillushionment charm. Then he shot her a hex to try to bind her body.

Tonks was quick in her defence reflexes. She got so her arms wouldn't be part of the bind by raising it above her head, and made her wand act as scissors. both of them turned on each other. The spells got dirtier and uglier. It was a competent and skilled person he was facing. He shot stunning spells that looked more dangerous every second.

Tonks blocked and blocked, not wanting to seriously injure the opposite party, hoping she would not be caught red-handed.

"Stupefy!"

"Protego dimis!"

"Cunfundus"

"Expelliarmus!", said Lupin.

Lupin grabbed her in the waist.

When Remus finally caught her, he lifted the Delushionment charm. He faced the culprit who was glaring at him with gritted teeth and unrepentant eyes.

Violet writhed free, kicking and moving her hand when she could, but Lupin's grip was strong. "Let go! Let go!"

"Too noisy." He clamped a hand to her mouth.

It was unfortunate enough that Snape happened to be passing that way. "What," said Snape, stopping in his funeral walk when his face saw the tableau. "...are you doing?"

"Evening, Severus. I was just catching this girl from trouble-making. She was making a dash for it so I had to grab her," said Lupin breathlessly. "Isn't that right Violet?"

"Violet!" repeated Remus.

Violet nodded frantically to agree.

"Calling her would have sufficed. Don't cover her mouth. I'm sure that the girl could speak for herself." Snape looked suspicious again. But then again, he always looks suspicious at everyone.

Lupin sighed resignedly. "Fine." And Violet was put back to the safe ground.

Snape frowned for the last time and strode off with his robes bellowing.

Tonks backed away slowly. "I think I really need to leave. Because I'm in so much trouble, and you're really angry at me right now. I'll come back when you're in a better mood." She squeezed herself past to the corridor. "Laterz," said Tonks as she scampered away.

"Come back Nymphadora!"

"Don't call me Nymphadora!" She shouted back as she ran. She was screwed. It was out of this world. they were going to get a divorce, then Lupin was going to murder her. But maybe she could live a few more hours by escaping.

"Out of the way! Out of the way!" Tonks shoved everyone in the common room to scramble her way to the girl's dormitory where there was a protective hex not allowing men to enter. Her stomach was churning when she rocked herself to her bed. Relax, we're safe in here. Boys can't go in. It's against the enchantment.

Just a few minutes after, he could hear Lupin outside, breathless. "Has anyone seen Nymph- I mean Miss Sharp?"

"I think she just went inside sir," said one of her classmates.

"Will you fetch her for me. And if she doesn't come. Use force."

"I wonder what's she done now." The students muttered.

Tonks could hear footsteps coming up her floor. The door opened with force but they arrived too late.

"Professor. She's gone," said the students. They came back below the common room empty-handed.

Because the metamorphagus had already flung the window open and flew out with her broom into the darkness of the night.