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This is a Violet/Duncan fic set in the time of The Austere Academy. Mostly Violet's and Duncan's POV.
Some Klaus/Isadora.
Enjoy!
We were in another boring class of Mr. Remora's. I was doodling in my green notebook when a white wad of paper landed on my desk. My heart leaped inside me. It was fromViolet Baudelaire. I had just met her,and she too, along with her siblings, had had terrible experiences with fire. It had killed herparents and burned down their house.
I opened the note. Shall we research how to dry the fungus in our home today? it read. I knew Violet hated tocall it the Orphan's Shack, as Carmelita Spats did. I turned to look at her. I snapped my fingers lightly at her to get her attention and I nodded, telling her yes in response to her question. Just when I was about to turnback to my desk, I saw dreadful Carmelita Spats poke Violet with a large, pointy stick.Violet's eyes widened as though it had hurt. RRRRRRRING!
The bell rang. It was time for lunch. I gathered my books and waited at Violet'sdesk. She purposely lagged behind so we could be at the back of the line to talk.
"She has been poking me with that stick for almost a week now!" Violet hissed.
"Does she do it for a reason?" I asked, only to hear her respond "No, but she'll just call me terrible things afterward."
"It's okay." I said, shifting my books to my left hand, and putting my right hand on Violet's shoulder. I blushed and looked downward, realizing what a dumb thing I had done. By then we had arrived at the doors outside. We had to meet up with Klaus, who was bringing Sunny, and Isadora. Sure enough, soon I heard them coming down the stairs, laughing.
"Dunc, you've got to see the couplet I wrote aboutMrs. Bass…", she exclaimed. I gave her a serious look as she saw my hand on Violet's shoulder. "…but not now." Isadora finished. I had told her about my secret crush on Violet. I decided to let go of Violet's shoulder anyhow.
We walked into the cafeteria. I sat down with my lunch and gave my fork and spoon to Violet. She turned to me and said "Thank you" in the sweetest voice in my lifetime. That's what I liked about Violet. She's so nice and she's always in such good posture. She's perfect. She's staring right at me…
"Duncan, is something wrong?" she asked.I liked how she was always concerned about people.
"No, no, nothing's wrong, everything's perfect." I said hurrily, blushing. She handed me my spoon and I had the rest of my chicken soup in silence.
Silence disturbed. By an annoying girl by the name of Carmelita Spats.
