If there was one thing Primrose loved about Hogwarts it was the fact that it had been easy to find out the secret of where the Kitchen's were from some passing sixth and seventh years who thought they had been discreet about their whispering of the place.
Thankfully Prim had known how to keep quiet and pretend that she wasn't doing any eavesdropping so they hadn't actually suspected her of anything and so the girl had finally been able to find her way towards the very elusive kitchens.
Making her way all the way to the dungeons, Prim followed the mental directions that she had written down when she had listened to the group and with a victorious grin she had found herself outside of the painting that she knew hid the kitchens. With narrowed eyes, she looked for the fruit bowl and the moment she found it she reached over and tickled the pear, watching as it giggled and squirmed before it transformed into a doorknob which she took a hold of and pushed the door open.
Blinking her eyes she was met with the hustle and bustle of house-elves; one of whom noticed her and with a squeaky voice asked what she needed from the kitchens.
"I was wondering if I could get some hot chocolate, please. It's been cold outside and I'm feeling a little bit under the weather." She smiled at the polite creature that nodded it's head and bustled off to make her a cup of hot chocolate. Deciding to stand to the side instead of the doorway, she continued curiously watching the little creatures work on the dinner for that day.