Chapter 2
Duncan Quagmire nervously followed his friend Violet Baudelaire down the hallway to room one. They entered the classroom quietly, trying not to draw negative attention to themselves. Duncan glanced over at the beautiful girl next to him. She looked deep in thought. Her beautiful dark hair was tied back in a ribbon of amethyst.
She is so brilliant, Duncan thought. I bet she's thinking up the most useful invention in the world.
Mr. Remora sauntered into the room, shoving banana after banana into his mouth. He rambled on about valuable French dictionaries. Duncan took out his notebook and pretended to take notes. In fact, he was taking notes – but not on Mr. Remora's lesson. He recorded the actions of Violet. She seemed to be diligently writing down the words slipping out of the mouth of bumbling fool who was standing in front of them. I'll have to borrow those later, he thought, sketching out the details of Violet's hand skating across the snowy page. Looking over, he noticed Carmelita violently shoving her pencil into Violet's shoulder. He scowled as he heard the word "cakesniffer" escape the crimson lips that matched the fiery hair on an evil girl. Noticing Violet calmly ignore this teasing, Duncan let it go.
His thoughts moved to an article that he showed her a little while ago about Thomas Edison. He wrote it a long time ago and had thought it might be useful to save. He was right. His mind drifted to an invention Violet showed him. It was an automatic pen re-filler. Whenever he was writing and he ran out of ink, all he had to do was tap a button and he could start up in a moment.
Ecstasy ran through his veins as he thought of the Baudelaires. Sweet Sunny. She was so innocent and friendly. Duncan remembered when she first bit him.
"That means she likes you," Violet reassured.
Intelligent Klaus. He knew everything there was to know and he seemed the only person he could trust his sister with. Being older by two minutes and twelve seconds, Duncan was very protective of Isadora.
Beautiful Violet. Her dark hair gracing her shoulders. Her hazel eyes filled with knowledge and wonderment. She was so pretty and …
RING!
And that was the bell. The sound he so longed to hear. He hurried up and out the door, Violet close behind him. When they were in the hall, Duncan shifted his hand, accidentally brushing Violet's. He blushed in embarrassment, but was met by Violet's warm smile. His stomach flipped as he smiled back. Maybe now would be a good time to ask her about borrowing her notes, Duncan thought.
The End
A/N: Ecstasy ran through his veins as he thought of the Baudelaires. I am not referring to drugs there. By ecstasy, I meant happiness. Now that I've cleared that up…
Sorry it took so long to update. I'd also like to apologize for the poor quality of this story. Sorry, I really lost my flare for Violet/Duncan. And I do have an excuse for why it was so delayed. –grins- I had my wisdom teeth out so I couldn't write. And I wasn't home, but I'm almost better now. But alas, my surgery has inspired a story! Look for it. In the meantime, review!
