#QuigleyTheSlytherin

I refer to Camila as Cam sometimes. That might be helpful for confused readers.

-Same time as last chapter- repeat (no) POV

"I know you liked Violet, I know you were always the outsider in your family. I know, while you may seem brave, you're insecure. I know that you are the youngest triplet, but you have been the face of you're family for 15 years." He gaped at Camilla.

"Camila Baudelaire, you are a special one indeed." Quigley kissed her on the cheek and walked into the class. She was shocked, but she just walked into class, and sat down next to him.

-time skip$$$ Quigs POV-

Our success teacher Mr. Bowings was drowning on about something called an online platform. I could tell that Cam was bored also, seeing her expression looked like she had just smelled a rat.

I really liked Camila, despite only 'knowing' her for 2 days. But I had seen her around before, but I just got over Violet as of yesterday, so I didn't even think she was pretty. Despite her being incredibly pretty.

She had Long medium-dark brown hair, she had the same, plain light brown eyes of Klaus, but with a touch of green. Sometimes she reminded me of Violet, but other times, sher just remind me of Camila, My Fast-talking-courageous-martial-arts-genius.

Well, technically she wasn't mine. But, while she had shown me what she could do at reading people, I hadn't told her I posses that same skill. I know she liked when I kissed her on the cheek. And I had a plan, a plan that made me happy for the first time in years. Despite, you know, reuniting with my siblings, and meeting the other Baudelairs. I totallyyyyy didnt over look that ?.

Once class was over and I double-checked that Duncan had left the classroom, I grabbed Cam's hand, and dragged her the opposite way of the lunch room. She looked well.. I don't know that look.

"Quigley?" She questioned in a playful tone. "You do know that the lunchroom is that way right?"

"Yes Cam, but we're not going to the lunchroom." I said with a straight face as I continued to drag her down the hall.

"Then where the hell are you taking me?" She asked, making puppy dog eyes, despite her use of the word hell.

"I'll tell you when we get there, in the mean time, lets get to know each other." he suggested.

"Fine." She pouted. "Ok, I'll ask you a question and you have to answer. Um, what's your favorite color."

"Purple."

"Purple, Really."

"Yes purple, is a guy not allowed to like purple?"

"No! It's just, you don't really seem like a purple kind of guy. I thought you'd be more of a dark green and black."

"Ok, So you think I'm a Slytherin then?"

"Yup. My favorite colors are red and gold, and no, you may not say anything about that or I'll kung-foo you into next week." I opened my mouth and closed it again, not wanting to get 'kung-food into next week'. We arrived where I wanted to go.

"We're here Cami."

"Don't call me Cami," She said sternly, but with a smile. Then she looked where we were. "Why the hell are we at a broom closet!"

"Dunc and Isa claim theri bigger than they look, and I wanted to tell you something. DO you trust me?"

"Despite formerly meeting you yesterday, I trust you with my life." She paused for a moment. "Don't abuse that trust Quagmire, I don't have much of it."

I smirked, but she was serious, she was torn away from her family at birth, she really had some emotional issues. We all did.

"What's your middle name Baudelaire?"

"Lemony" She said. I held in a laugh, and pulled all my courage up.

"Well, Camila Lemony Baudelaire, despite barley knowing you, I feel that we have known each other for years. Will you be my girlfriend." She smiled at me, noded, and kissed me softly. She started to pull away, but I pushed he up against the broom closets wall. She deepen the kiss, which I was wonderfully surprised at. I pulled my hands down to her waist, and her hands flew up to my hair. This was getting fun.

$$$Duncan POV$$ -5 minutes after we last saw them-

Me and Violet were still searching for my brother and her sister. But I couldn't focus, I wanted to ask Vi to be my girlfriend, but i dint really know how. I decided to just upfront ask her. I mean, she did like me, we kissed, so, what's there to worry about. Right?

"Hey Vi?"

"Ya"

"I w-wanted to ask you something."

"And what's that?" She asked, with curiosity, as Violet does.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend." She seemed uneasy.

"Yes, I do. But I have to tell you something first." She told me that she kissed Quigley on Mt. Fraught, but, I decided not to care. I mean,

She said she's sorry

She says she only kissed him because he reminds her of me

And then she said she's sorry again.

I kissed her on the cheek, grabbed her hand, and I told her that there was only one wing of the sub we hadn't searched. It was the cleaning wing.

"What would they be doing here?" She asked.

"Maybe their making-out." I said with a laugh.

"That would be hilarious. But I doubt it, they've only known each other for 2 days now."

"Never underestimate the power of Quigley, he can get a girl to kiss him in a matter of minutes." Then I realized that that's exactly what he had done to Violet. "Sorry, didn't mean it like that."

"It's fine, just, what we do find, don't kill your brother please."

"For you, I wont."I kissed her lightly. We stopped and looked at the door. I heard someone giggle. And I stepped back.

%Violet POV%

Looks- I mean sounds like we found Cam and Quigley. I didn't want to open the door for obvious reasons, so I just hit nudged duncan and told him to play along.

"Man Duncan, you're right. This sub is beautiful." He looked confused but played along. We heard little commotion in the broom closet and it opened.

^^^Cam POV^^^

Me and Quigley were (In fancy english terms) snoging. But that's an odd word. I prefer heavily making out. I heard a voice from outside. And I realized it was Violet's, and Duncans. Quigley was kissing my neck, definitely giving me a hickey.

"Qui-Quigley. Quigley! Stop!"

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked unsurely.

"No, but your brother and Vi are outside that door, they know were in here, and personally, I don't think you want them to see you like this." I gestured to his crinkled slightly unbuttoned white shirt, his even messier than usual hair, and his crinkled Jeans.

"Good point, but worry about yourself to." He gestured at my similarly crinkled clothes, and messy hair. I fixed my collar, to hide certain things, and smoothed out my hair and clothes. He did the same.

We walked out the door in slight fear of our siblings.

A/N: So, this was just a filler and set-up relationships chapter. I will also have one similar to this with Kladora. I was thinking of starting a what-if book. Basically, changing little things to see how they turn out. What do you think?

Examples

Larry-ur-waiter had not lost the book

Violet remembers meeting the Quagmires when she was young

There story set in current-time (Yes, with masks and everything)

And many more. Vote + comment if you like this idea.

BYE!