𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪 {violet baudelaire}

the austere academy: part one

'Memento Mori' was Prufrock Preperatory School's motto. Like most school mottos derived from Latin terms, you could find it everywhere, from a banner on a school auditorium to the scoreboard of the atheletic field, and even the entrance of the school. It figuratively drowned you in stupid phrases. Except this phrase was most certainly not stupid. No, in reality, it was quite truthful, just didn't really suit a school.

Once you, my dear reader, figure out what it means, you will easily understand why this story is a truly depressing one, one which I encourage you to look away from. It has no happy endings, beginnings, or middle. Or at least, not yet.

'Remember, you will die.'

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Alana heard the clacking from a mile away. She was helping Miss Caliban hold some books and noticed three children. The first, a beautiful girl about her age, with dark straight hair and bangs. The second, a younger boy with glasses and wavy short hair. The third, a toddler with blonde hair and a sweet smile.

Her father had mentioned something about the Baudelaires. Judging by the constant trio of siblings she'd come across, these people were probably the Baudelaires.

Being the polite girl she was, she placed the books delicately on the ground and went over to shake the Baudelaires' (she assumed) hands. "Hi," She grinned, shaking their hands, even the youngest's. "I'm Edwina Alana Snicket. But you can just call me Alana. You're the Baudelaires, right?"

The eldest girl nodded. "Edwina Alana...the feminine forms of Edgar Allan Poe?" She guessed, and Alana nodded. "Author of The Raven."

Carmelita Spats ran up to the orphans. "You shouldn't talk to her because she's all about secret organizations and spying stuff. And the library lady smells funny."

Alana glared at her. "Oh, sorry," She smirked. "I didn't realized we let a toad in. Perhaps Neville lost his."

Her heels clacked as she stormed off. "A library is an island in a vast sea of ignorance," The middle child said.

Miss Caliban smiled warmly. "Particularly if that library is tall and the surrounding area has been flooded. Well, come visit." She placed her books on her head and stepped back into the library.

Carmelita dragged them away, and Alana smiled. "Nice to meet you, Baudelaires."

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Alana rushed over to the shack to check on the Quagmires, only to find the Baudelaires instead. She smiled awkwardly, before squealing at the sight of the crabs and jumping onto the pile of hay with them. "Can't believe Nero put you and the Quagmires through this," She winced.

She noticed the photo they hooked onto the wood. "Oh, you have this picture, too?" Alana questioned curiously. "Look, there's Uncle Monty, Auntie Jo and Uncle Ike, and there's my father and mother!" She pointed at the picture of them on the far right.

The eldest girl furrowed her brows. "You know these people? Because those are our parents, right there." Alana grinned. "Oh, I'm Violet, by the way. This is Klaus, and that's Sunny."

Sunny babbled "Odo yow," which Alana immediately translated to 'How do you do?'

"Very well, thank you," Alana replied, curtsying. "Well, I must get back to the library. Miss Caliban had to pull strings to keep me in the library and not another one of these shacks. If you need any books, feel free to ask me."

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Mr. Remora took a bite from his banana. "Good morning, class, including our latest orphan," He gestured to Violet. Heads turned to face her, and Duncan and Alana, who sat in front of her, gave her warm smiles. "My name is Mr. Remora and I teach language arts. I will continue telling anecdotes from my own life that I find amusing. You'll take notes, and there will be a test. Okay, now, one day, I think it was a Tuesday..."