𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 [𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙀]

Four

Albert and Edgar were running just in front of you, making you pull your body back in a quick movement. You groaned it out as they laughed loud, running towards the kitchen. You mumbled some complains about your younger brothers as you couldn't stand them sometimes. You entered the kitchen as well as your mother walked around with the daily Punctilio in her hand. She squealed excited as she was reading her own section in the paper that she had written. With a loud sign, you seated yourself down at the table. Edgar and Albert came running around the table, tormenting you with their childish behavior. They nearly knocked your chair over by bumping hard against it. Out of more frustration, you groaned louder. Your mother didn't seem to speak to them as she only cared for the daily Punctilio. When your brothers came running around the table for a fourth time, you had enough. – "Albert! Edgar!" – you called out, slamming your hand against the table. It startled them as you had turned around in your chair, giving them the death stare. – "I swear if you run around one more time!" – you said on a firm tone, trying to keep your composure. – "Y/n!" – your mother suddenly called out, closing one side of the newspaper to look at you. – "Don't raise your voice like that to your brothers." – she said as you readied yourself to protest. Albert and Edgar were snickering loud behind you as your mother told them they could do whatever they liked.

Edgar and Albert stuck their tongue out to you as your mother turned herself around. – "I've had enough of this family sometimes..." – you mumbled to yourself. Edgar and Albert kept running around you as they could see your face get more agitated by the second. The only thing that was missing was having smoke come out of your ears. Being at the brink of a break-out, you jumped up from your chair. With your lips pressed together to not disturb your mother, you turned to your brothers. You slowly clenched your fist before them, telling that you were this close to do something to them if they wouldn't stop. Albert and Edgar gasped soft at the harsh, terrifying expression on your face. You lowered your fist, taking a deep breath. Without looking at them, you walked past them back into the corridor to head upstairs. Taking the railing in your hands, you were already a few steps up as your father entered the house. You waited at the stairs to greet him. – "Morning Father..." – you said as he waved to you, reaching quickly for his handkerchief. You furrowed you brows as your father coughed loud. – "Mister Poe is that you?" – you heard your mother call out from the kitchen. – "Yes, dear." – your father replied in a squeaky voice as he tried hard not to cough while speaking. He coughed a few more times in his handkerchief before making his way to the kitchen.

"I have the most excellent news!" – he spoke as you started to go upstairs. – "Baudelaire's!" – you heard your mother scream out as it made you hurdle down the stairs. You were always fascinated by them as you admired their strength in their dark times. You always wished you had such a strong bond with your brothers or even parents as they had and still have. You were sneaking in the hallway, pausing just outside the kitchen door. You didn't want to enter the kitchen as you had enough of your brothers, so you eavesdropped just outside the open door. With your back against the wall, you tried to hear their conversation. – "They are criminals!" – you heard your mother clearly say. – "It says so in the daily punctilio and the daily punctilio is never wrong!" – you rolled gently your eyes at your mother's comment. That stupid newspaper was more filled with judgmental thoughts then actual news. – "Honey, I have to take them to a new guardian, but I haven't found a new one yet..." – this time your father was speaking. – "I have Earl from the bank help me out with finding a suitable guardian for the Baudelaire's." – you pulled your muscles together at the sound of your father coughing loud. – "But having them... here..." – your mother's voice went up in a high-pitch tone. – "Just for diner honey... by the evening I have found them a new guardian." – your father came back in the picture as you goofily curled up a smile. Finally, some intellectuals in your house instead of the brainless brothers of yours. You had never physically met them so this day would be extra special to you. You heard your father babble to your mother about the many guardian's they already had. Now the conversation was getting too much as you didn't want to hear their false accusations about them. As if they were criminals! With that thought, you headed back upstairs, searching for quiet and peace.