ᴅᴀɴᴅᴇʟɪᴏɴꜱ ( 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 )

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴘᴇɴᴅᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ

OPHELIA DARLING HAD NEVER FELT THIS DESPERATE IN HER LIFE, as her blue eyes observed the doom that was happening. The Baudelaires had been ordered to be burned at stake. One might have thought it would be too gruesome, to burn three little children at the stake but the villagers had been so deprived of entertainment, that they were desperate.

No accusations had been made against the blonde, which she was thankful for. She couldn't break the Baudelaires out of jail, if she was in jail with them, could she? Although Count Olaf and Officer Luciana had glared murderously at her, warning her, daring her to make a move, Ophelia hadn't been frightened which she was surprised about herself. Instead, determination was running through her veins to save her friends.

Mr Poe followed the group to jail, with Ophelia following eagerly at his heels.

The only light in the jail came from tiny barred windows placed in each cell, which looked too small for three people.

"Oh, Baudelaires, I'm so sorry." Mr Poe told them regretfully. "I should have seen this coming. Children with your troubled background often wind up in jail. I..." He trailed glumly as the Baudelaires stared at him bewildered. "I blame myself."

"Mr Poe, we're innocent," Violet said, trying to make the dumb banker see the truth.

"They're going to burn us for a murder, Olaf committed."

"Oh, listen to yourselves." Mr Poe started, his tone slightly frustrated. "You blame positively everything on this Olaf, and now you claim he's responsible for his own murder? I find that somewhat difficult to swallow."

"Can't you use our parents' fortune to bail us out?" Violet asked desperately making Ophelia feel bad.

"Or hire a lawyer?"

"Oh, no, no." The banker shook his head. "The Baudelaire fortune is off-limits till Violet comes of age, which seems unlikely now. It certainly can't be used for criminal matters. No, no, no. Take responsibility for your own actions. Especially you, Sunny." He said sending Sunny a pointed look.

"So, you're not going to help the Baudelaires?" Ophelia asked with an air of surprise. She knew he was dumb and oblivious to most things but she still had thought he would help them somehow.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm here to say goodbye. Goodbye." He told them and walked away.

"Baudelaires," Ophelia started urgently as she held the bars of the jail and tried to look at them as clearly as possible. "Tell me, anything to help." 

"I am not sure how you can help us, Ophelia," Klaus said regretfully.

"I don't think even our lucky stars can help us now," Violet said gloomily.

"Maybe if I somehow, break you all out of jail, you can escape with Hector?" Ophelia asked.

"It seems impossible," Violet said, and the inventor paused for a moment, and wrapped her hands around Ophelia's, making the blonde blush. "We may not have much of a chance, but I want you to at least try to save the Quagmires and make their escape with Hector." She told her as serious as one could be.

"But I cannot just leave you here to burn," Ophelia disagreed fiercely. 

"It will be fine, " Violet said darting her eyes to her siblings. "We will survive, we somehow always do." Flickering her eyes to Ophelia, she continued. "But the Quagmires are in danger, being with Count Olaf, so please look for them," She pleaded.

Ophelia hesitated, but seeing Violet's determined eyes, she agreed hesitantly. 

"Well, where do I begin the search?" She asked them.

"We have searched almost everywhere when we were doing chores," Klaus said. "There is a possibility of Count Olag moving the Quagmires again, but it is highly unlikely seeing as he is going to be busy boasting and taunting us I bet." The second eldest Baudelaire's eyes grew thoughtful. He looks into his pockets taking out couplets and reading them. Isadora's couplets.