Disclaimer:
Tristan: Oh My God! We Killed Kenny!... We're bastards...
Me: lol... Go South Park...
Tristan: Oh My God! You killed Harry Potter! (points)
Me (in high-pitched, angry voice): Oh My God! You killed Harry Potter! You must die Bastard!!! strangle strangle!!
lol... South Park and Harry Potter... great Combination on an over caffinated mind... and If you can't tell... I'm really craving chocolate right now...
Twirl
Lily drooled slightly then caught herself, wiping her lips before any one could notice. She stared longingly at the object in her hands, the wrapping a deep and enticing purple, the yellow writing on the label pronouncing "Twirl". She sighed in contentment, the Muggle sweet had been sent caringly by her mother in the morning post; Ginny knowing about her daughter's affliction for the rich and flaky chocolate inside the packaging. Lily suddenly looked up and glared suspiciously around her. She managed to frighten at least six first years, a third year Slytherin and two passing sixth years.
She slipped the sweet carefully and delicately into the breast pocket of her shirt and then glanced up and down the hall once more. She then bolted like mad in the direction of her Arithmancy class. Lily had timed her run right, not caring to help the poor, startled Gryffindor whom she had bowled over and left in her wake. She had arrived just in time to give her some peace and quiet as she devoured her sweet treat, the one thing she had been desperately craving for for weeks on end. She slid down to the floor in the middle of the corridor, the few passers by on their way to lunch giving her strange looks, but not questioning her; they had all realized in previous years that the Slytherin Quidditch Captain was quite mad and did this type of thing frequently.
A Ravenclaw third year suppressed a snort as she passed, Lily having just gently pulled out the delicate, foil wrapped morsel and was now cradling it softly like one would a baby. She Sighed in pleased delight and carefully grabbed each twisted end. She slowly but surely untwisted the wrapping and placed it in one hand as she pulled the protruding silver section on the edge of the purple over to the other side. She gasped in pleasure as the flaky chocolate within was revealed. She stared at it with glazed eyes, imagining the pleasure she would have as she devoured it slowly. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, breathing in the rich scent of Dairy Milk Chocolate. It was almost like being on cloud nine. Almost. The only thing that could be better than smelling it would be tasting it.
She released the packaging with one hand and slowly started to reach at it with the other, smiling at the thought of the airy chocolate melting in her warm mouth. She almost moaned with pleasure but refrained herself, choosing instead to smirk.
Lily had been so wrapped up in her thoughts of something that would be considered cannibalism had chocolate been Human, that she had failed to notice the heavier and deliberately slower footsteps coming up to where she sat. She also failed to notice the person who the footsteps belonged to stopping besides her and grinning lovingly down at her. She failed to notice him moving closer as he leant down beside her. But there was something that she couldn't miss. No, She didn't miss the hand that reached out swiftly, plucking the beam of chocolate from where it was nestled in its protective case and taken out of her eyesight.
Her eyes widened in shock and horror and she looked up slowly, unable to do anything else, as the perpetrator walked past, his robes brushing lightly against her shoulder and his moving foot nudging her knee goadingly. She could not look away, as in the gory parts contained in all horror movies, and sat transfixed as he lifted his hand to his mouth, his back to her still walking. And then it was gone. Her chocolate was gone. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and yell and complain until she got a new one. But she didn't do any of that. Instead she glanced slowly between the shiny silver-foil wrapper that contained nothing but a few chocolate crumbs, and the back of the tall blonde boy who was getting further and further away from her with each passing moment. She slumped over and pouted heavily, an unusual look for any Slytherin, and then glared at his back heavily.
'Scorpius…' She whined pityingly as he turned the corner. 'That was my chocolate.'