Disclaimer: Isadora, Quigley and Duncan Quagmire do not belong to me. All characters are the property of Lemony Snicket
Chapter 1
I wish my loving Quigley were here
So he could pound me up my rear
Isadora Quagmire wrote when she was supposed to be listening to Mrs. Bass. But her thoughts kept drifting back to Quigley Quagmire her brother who had been killed in the same fire which destroyed their home and their parents.
"Isadora Quagmire, did you hear a word I said about the measurement of the wall clock?"
"Yes Miss,"
"Wonderful, then you can tell me what the circumference of the clock above my head is."
"Um, uh..."
"Why are you uming and uhing Miss Quagmire? Were you not listening? Are you lying to me?" Mrs. Bass asked nastily.
"Yes Miss,"
"Right then, you will stay after class for 3 hours and write the line: I will listen when Mrs. Bass is talking, then you will rub out all 250 of those lines with your hands and then you will clap the erasers for half an hour."
Isadora sighed and nodded quickly before Mrs. Bass had anytime to add anymore.
She desperately missed those nights, when they would express their love for each other physically, and be rewarded with earthmoving pleasure. Then they would fall asleep altogether in Quigley's king size bed. She would always be in the middle with Quigley on her right he would always drape his arm around her waist and Duncan would be on her left, he would always wrap an arm around her hip. Isadora would always feel safe and protected whenever they lay like this. She felt like there was nothing she couldn't face.
She knew Quigley was supposed to be dead but she just couldn't shake the feeling that he was alive and he was out there looking for her and Duncan.
The Baudelaires were very nice people. Isadora and Duncan loved being around the bright and intelligent people. Violet was sweet and caring and Klaus was down to earth and well read, Sunny was cute and loved her siblings very much. Isadora knew how close the siblings were but she could see that Violet and Klaus were closer than normal siblings. A little push and they would be in the right direction. She could see that they were closer because of the fire. She and Duncan were like that too, they had clung to each other after the fire, never letting the other out of sight as they were scared they'd also lose each other.
Duncan and Isadora comforted each other every night after Quigley's death, but something always felt missing. She wouldn't feel as filled up, and just having Duncan around her, she would feel quite as safe.