The Great Unknown

#QuigleyTheSlytherin

(What Camila Lemony Baudelaire looks like) ⬆️ Also, #QuigleyTheSlytherin should sooooo be a thing. 

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, let's 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 silver."

"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 there 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."