Enchanted

A/N: Please Review and tell me whether or not you think I should continue.

In the world there is/was/is not/was not a force called magic. Magic was/is/was not/is not a fickle friend giving good luck to some and gave bad luck to others. That's what the superstitious believe. Magic was/is assumed to come in many different forms. My current research only suggests one kind of magic, the kind that is about to enter the life of the Baudelaire orphans…

"Mr Baudelaire!"

Klaus Baudelaire lifted his head from his hands, and the breeze messed with his already ruffled hair which was rather odd because the classroom was windowless. He got hair in his eyes, odd because his hair was short. Oh. It was one of Mrs. Bass' hairs, fantastic. As if waking up he took a furtive glance around the room someone met his gaze with deep hazel eyes, then an odd sensation took over as if they were lost in each other's gaze, not wishing to be found. They shared a secret smile and turned back to work.

"Miss Quagmire! I swear this class is brain-dead and lost and drifting in space this morning!,"

Mrs Bass really did leave up to her name, she wasn't very intelligent, very boring and when she opened her mouth nothing interesting came out. Isadora Quagmire, her name made Klaus do back flips on the inside. Ever since the Baudelaire orphans had arrived at Prufrock Prep, they had been friends with the quagmires who were in almost the same unfortunate circumstances. Isadora and her triplet brother, Duncan had instantly befriended the Baudelaires, though Klaus, Isadora and Sunny all new Violet, Klaus's elder sister by two years shared something special with Duncan. Isadora Quagmire was the most beautiful person Klaus had ever met, she was pretty to be sure, and graceful and he loved the way her raven black hair swirled in the wind. She was intelligent and poetic with a personality that lit up every corner of Klaus's soul. Officially they were just friends, but Klaus wanted them to be more. Oh so much more.

Meanwhile Isadora Quagmire was thinking incredibly similar thoughts about Klaus Baudelaire. Very similar thoughts. She didn't know how, she just knew she loved him. She loved his brain, his emerald eyes completely stunning underneath his black rimmed glasses. He was serious yet playful and made her feel warm on the inside. She loved everything about him, he was driving her distraction. So much so that if you were to look into her jet black notebook you would not find the metric measurements of a plastic cactus, a dead antelope, and a midget zucchini or even the endless couplets that flowed out of her soul, you would probably find the letters KB and a lot of love hearts. So much for her school work.

They were situated right next to each other desk wise, a mere one metre apart, but dream wise, they were in completely different corners of the Earth, but with one another. So enthralled in their dreams were they that they did not here the exceptionally loud siren, that made all the other children jump ten feet in the air. Children began to leave for lunch and eventually so did Mrs. Bass, until (GASP!) Klaus and Isadora were the only ones left in the room. Klaus was the first to awaken, swearing quietly under his breath knowing that if he was late, he would lose his drinking glasses and so would Isadora, and they were meant to share.

"Isadora? Isadora?" again he called but this time louder and slightly less serious, "Izzie?"

She awakened confused and when she saw Klaus, blushing scarlet because of what she had just been dreaming.

"Yeah Klaus," she whispered once her composure was moderately back in place

"Lunch Time," he called and then added "If we don't hurry we're both going to lose our glasses," she muttered a word I dare not write on the page.

"Yeah, I'm coming." They packed their things and left together each to scared to make some kind of move. But fate decreed something had to happen so somewhere along the way they found themselves holding hands and exceedingly happy. Just before they went into the cafeteria Klaus whispered, "Can I call you Izzie from now on?" she gave his hand an extra hard squeeze "Yes, I would like that very much," and together they ventured into the over-crowded smelly room. And that day the world seemed a brighter place.

No one noticed that Klaus and Isadora were looking at one another more than usual over the following days, Mrs. Bass had the observational powers of a blind-folded hamster, Violet was inventing a way to prevent the teacher's from speaking, Duncan was too busy staring at her to watch anything else, Carmelita was too busy making sure everyone knew she was the best and Sunny was copying out VP Nero's dictated letters while making coffee for him and biting his silver ware. Over the days Klaus and Isadora found more and more excuses to be with one another, if it was a maths project or library research on fungi they would do it together.

Klaus found himself thinking more and more about Isadora, a sort of obsession if you will allow me the word, he knew he was falling for her but he didn't know if she liked him, he found himself losing the plot of books while he thought of her, he couldn't work properly in class and once he actually left his reading glasses behind in the Orphans Shack once because he was in the middle of a particularly pleasant daydream about her.

Similarly Isadora found herself absent minded and full of dreams and hope, she knew she loved Klaus, and found it so annoying that although they spent so much time together and yet she couldn't pluck up the courage to tell him her feelings for fear of rejection. So normally they just sat or worked together enjoying the company and inner warmth that they provided one another with. She found herself

Fate works in mysterious ways, for example fate obviously desired that Klaus eventually get together with Isadora and they didn't have any choice, luckily they both wanted it that way. By now their siblings had noticed all the time they spent together. They noticed the two were partners in almost every project, the secret hand holding under the table at lunch, the way they didn't make a remark whenever Duncan and Violet found a really bad excuse to be together. Violet, Duncan and Sunny thought it was fun watching the awkwardness whenever Isadora and Klaus bumped heads trying to pick up a fork or whenever they were teased about the fact they spent more time together then they did alone. The only defence was that nothing had actually happened yet between them and everyone knew about Violet and Duncan. It's amazing how quickly things can change.

The world is quiet here is what it said on the library door

And it was. Outside birds were singing, bees buzzing, flowers blooming and trees growing. Inside it was quiet, dank, and comfortable. Not a soul save one was in the library when Isadora Quagmire stumbled in to look for her notebook, unluckily for her that soul belonged to Klaus Baudelaire who was sitting at a table, under a big brass fish lamp, reading an odd black book, with a metal binding and a big name on the cover that in read Isadora Quagmire. "Oh no," was all she managed to whisper before Klaus looked up and saw her.

Klaus Baudelaire was doing mental aerobatics before Isadora walked in. His only thought was that she liked him back. When he had seen the notebook lying there on the bench, he had thought it would give him some measurements to a pair of anklet toe socks, what he found instead amazed him. "She does like me," he thought again and the notion that they could be together made him very, very happy. Just then she walked in.

"Klaus…I…I…"

"It's ok…"

"So you know …"

"Yes..."

"And…"

At this point they both became tired of half finishing sentences and leaving everyone in…

"Izzie, I love you,"

"I love you too Klaus..."

That last … was different to all the other …s on this page because instead of signalling trailing off it signalled the start of a kiss. A kiss they would both remember for the rest of their lives.

They left the library together, hand in hand, soaking up the warm summer sun as they took a long walk out across the short grounds. The new flower-beds were in bloom the puddles left by the broken sprinkler system were sparkling and somewhere over near the office building some bushes were rustling suspiciously, everything was as it should be in the lives of these two young people.

As they took their journey back to the largely unpleasant, crab infested, fungus ridden, hideously decorated and horribly nicknamed Orphans Shack, they talked, it doesn't matter what they talked about, maybe they talked about books they had read recently, maybe they talked about themselves or each other, maybe what they thought would become of this whole mess…Anyway, it matters not because they knew they were happy. They were happy and in love. (This story is far too upbeat.)

They arrived back at the Orphans Shack and found Sunny there alone. She was sleeping. They jumped to conclusions about Violet and Duncan and settled in for the wait. As they waited they held hands and just sat there contented silence. Thinking about what would happen to them next. They found themselves drawn to speak.

"Izzie,"

"Yeah Klaus,"

"What happens next?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean,"

"Yeah but I don't know what happens next,"

"Me neither,"

Then it happened again. When their older sibling walked in they found the new couple lip locked on a hay bale. Isadora and Klaus quickly jumped apart blushing red.

"You two…" Violet scolded more interested then angry.

"Yeah, get a room," Duncan was quick to hop on the band wagon.

"Well, where have you two been all afternoon?"

This time it was Violet and Duncan's turn scarlet.

"Well…um…"

"Exactly," Isadora had a moment of pride after mounting the successful defence of her new relationship with Klaus.

"Sh, you'll wake Sunny." Violet whispered, desperately trying to change topic.

"Yeah, right," Klaus teased.

The next day Olaf showed up pretending to be coach Genghis and well, you know the story from there.

A/N: Ok review time, help me out here.