A/N: V/Q shippers: even if you don't like V/D, please read this. I plan on writing another one that will be V/Q and I'll probably refer back to this (Violet's feelings).

Anyways, this is the sequel to Orphaned Thoughts. Its poetic and all. One-shot in two chapters. V/D.

Chapter 1

Violet Baudelaire sauntered down the hallway next to her friend Duncan Quagmire. Her hair was tied back in an amethyst ribbon as she thought of a fun game to occupy herself during the monotony of Mr. Remora's class. Her mind walked away from her target thought and landed on the boy that sat next to her as she landed in her seat.

She pulled out the simple white notebook that the school had provided to her and wrote the date on the top of the page.

Mr. Remora walked in, gorging himself on a plethora of bananas. He began speaking in a slow, boring voice. Violet sometimes found it hard to stay awake. Ignoring his tale of valuable French dictionaries, Violet allowed herself to doodle.

Hearts soon lined the page, expressing her feelings. The few weeks that the two had spent together seemed magical. She prayed that her crush didn't come off as obvious or pathetic. Stealing a glance to her left, Violet's eyes feasted on the sight that was Duncan. His dark eyes were wide as he copied down each sentence from Mr. Remora's mouth. His dark black hair was a mess, sticking out in the oddest places. Her eyes searched through his face, looking for signs, any signs that would signal a mutual attraction. Focusing on the class, Violet decided to pay attention. She began writing Mr. Remora's next story.

I went to the zoo. There were chickens. The chickens ate seeds. I went home.

Her elegant cursive graced the page; midnight ink on a page of snow. Moving on to the next story, Violet continued writing the monotony that escaped from her teacher's mouth. Doing her best to stay awake, Violet was distracted by a fierce poking her shoulder. Turning slightly, she caught a glimpse of the redhead behind her. Carmelita Spats smiled nastily and continued to poke the orphan.

"Cakesniffer! Cakesniffer!" Carmelita whispered hoarsely with each poke.

Violet frowned. The insult scratched at her mind, leaving her with yet another emotional scar. First she had suffered through the loss of her parents, then the treachery that was Count Olaf, followed by the loss of Uncle Monty and Aunt Josephine, then the disappointment at the mill. When she reached Prufrock Prep, all hope seemed lost as she first took in the drab and grayness of her new environment. Then they had befriended the Quagmires. Isadora had so many interesting couplets and was sweet in her own way. Klaus had taken an immediate liking to her – which was a good sign. Even little Sunny had enjoyed her company, displaying this with a gentle nip on the hand.

But Duncan. There was just something about him. Besides being almost too cute for words, he was sweet, caring, and intelligent. She knew she liked him when he showed her his article about Thomas Edison, one of Violet's favorite inventors.

After what seemed like hours of mindlessly staring into space, Violet saw the clock signaling five minutes until freedom. Her heart raced as the minutes crawled by. She glanced over at Duncan, taking in the vision he was. The bell interrupted her gaze. Slowly rising, she followed him out. Walking into the hall next to Duncan, her hand brushed against his slightly. The butterflies fluttered more than usual. This could be the start of something, thought Violet.