Well bagsy I get to lick it off…

Hot. Chocolate. Fudge. Cake. Four simple little words that could melt the icy exterior of most people. Except for the teacher sat at the furthest most end of the high table at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This teacher, the Potions Master to be exact, scowled into his pudding with obvious contempt. A glance at the rest of the staff confirmed that the dish was indeed edible and in fact, judging by the scrapping of spoons and quiet moans coming from some of the more… chocoholic… individuals, wonderfully yummy. Not that yummy was a word this particular teacher would use, he would feel more inclined to call it 'acceptable', or 'satisfactory'. And it wasn't that he didn't like Hot. Chocolate. Fudge. Cake. It was just that when you spent a great deal of your time honing a reputation as a hateful, vindictive, evil nemesis, to be seen tucking into velvety gooey goodness (with the inevitable splodge on your chin) just seemed to go against it all. Still. He had a look around the room. Everyone was eating, no one watching. And if you can't beat them…

Just as his spoon was about to make the first dive into the gently steaming bowl, he felt a disturbingly warm 'splat' on the side of his face. Dropping his spoon and tentatively reaching up he was relieved to find it was only chocolate. Realisation hit. Someone had just splatted him with chocolate sauce! As he fixed his most student scaring snarl on he felt two more in quick succession. 'Splat. Splat'! One to his cheek and another in his hair. Standing up sharply from the table he rounded on his colleagues and searched their mainly shocked faces. Every one was trying very hard to stifle their laughter, and after mere seconds scrutinising he decided on a culprit. Lupin. That damn werewolf again, who was currently a little too deep in conversation with Trelawney which only went to prove his guilt. And Dumbledore, judging from the look on his face, was certainly not innocent. As he spluttered with rage the realisation of the possible consequences of embarrassing this particular teacher in front of the whole school hit most of the faculty, who began to have the good grace to look mildly terrified. As he raised a slightly shaking finger to Lupin the Headmaster valiantly tried to placate him. Not saying a word, the chocolated man turned on his heel, and swooped from the room in his best giant bat impression, with his robes billowing in a way that had taken him years to perfect.

At the high table, Dumbledore quieted the staff with his best 'I am in charge here' face, and merely nodded at the incredibly sheepish looking Lupin as he conspicuously picked up the un-eaten desert from the empty place and carried it out of the room.

Pudding bowl balanced carefully on one hand, the other knocked tentatively at the heavy wooden door, causing the serpent wards engraved on it to curl around themselves. Lupin shuddered, he hated this door. It struck him as far too sinister a carving. Slowly, the door opened enough to reveal a de-chocolated professor. As Lupin turned puppy dog eyes upwards and coyly held out the dish, it was surveyed with a raised eyebrow. After a moment of almost un noticeable indecision, a long fingered hand reached out and took it. After flashing a scowl at the still sheepish Lupin, the door closed and Potions Master and pudding disappeared. Lupin broke into a full grin, knowing his forgiveness was guaranteed and left to return to the hall. If he was lucky there would be seconds…