Enchanted by the Wrong Person

Disclaimer: I don't own A Series of Unfortunate Events, otherwise I
wouldn't be writing this.

The craggy peak of the slope was nearly in sight, a looming, ominous threat to its climbers.

"Suppose Sunny isn't truly up upon the slope?" Violet mused, worrying about what she and Quigley would find at the top. Suddenly, she felt a slight pressure on her left shoulder and glanced behind her to see what it was. It was Quigley's reassuring hand.

"Let's rest a moment before continuing on," he spoke smoothly, removing his hand from her shoulder. "It will be somewhat more vigorous of a climb from here," Quigley explained. Violet nodded her agreement and plopped down on the icy cold ledge, and Quigley a few seconds after.

"The scenery is amazing!" Violet commented enthusiastically. "Somehow, I wasn't expecting such a beautiful view. What do you think, Quigley?"

"Beautiful. Just beautiful," Quigley replied. But he wasn't looking at the greenery below. He was looking towards his left. Then, he turned his head and looked at where Violet was pointing. She was gazing out, bewitched by the pure beauty of the view. He too, was bewitched...by something-or rather, someone else. Before Violet knew what was happening, he grasped her hand in his and kissed her gently on her forehead tenderly. She found herself smiling and tried to wipe her silly grin off of her face.

"NO! You musn't fall for him. Remember Duncan!" Violet cried inwardly. Quigley slid away, abashed, and looked down at the icy slope below him, dangling his legs in the air and twiddling his thumbs. Violet didn't know what to do. Her heart belonged to someone else, but she couldn't let Quigley feel so horrible. "Erm...thank you...Quigley..." she whispered awkwardly. He looked up and smiled.

"No, thank you, Violet. You have given me something I have always wanted but never realized it. Thank you."

"I...erm..." she stuttered, feeling guilty. "Well...ah...lets get on with our climb and find Sunny, then," changing the subject quickly.

"Right!" Quigley exclaimed, and produced the candelabra. He gave Violet a loving look and they continued their climb, Violet feeling even more guilty with each tap of the candelabra. How could she have done this? What would Duncan think of me? PLEASE REVIEW!