{Arms Unfolding}~ Q. Quagmire

Ch.3~

Pearla—

       Today, you smiled at me, you'd set me on fire. With a gaze so chilling at that. Then you spoke to me, and it sounded like a harp. A cold symphony.

                                       — Ira.

The most sacred place in the entire world is the room of a teenage girl. You may enter at your own risk, but caution as you may perish at the removal of valuables. Valuables such as the little inheritance of money her parents send her while she's away at boarding school, sapphire earrings that she absolutely loves, or a mysterious book by a mystery author that mysteriously ended up on her bed when she entered after her afternoon classes.

It may be odd to say but yes, when I returned from my afternoon classes to get ready for lunch the book I had been trying to decipher the author's name of was on my bed. I don't know when, how, or why; but something told me that this was important. No one could know either, not the Quagmires nor Baudelaires. They'd think I was a thief, how crazy does that story seem, they wouldn't trust me again. Nothing this strange could happen to them.

That is why I still haven't gone to lunch yet, even though lunch doesn't start for fifteen more minutes, I've been up to my neck in words, phrases, and things only I would ever know. If only I knew who Pearla Rose was and why she spoke so much of this Ira Morano.

I suppose it doesn't matter at the moment as there was a knock on my already cracked door. "Come in!" I yelled to reveal a stunning Violet Baudelaire pushing open my door and now on my bed along side me.

"Hello, Iridesa." She greeted me kindly. I sat up so I could speak to her without sounding like I was sick or like the air was suffocating me. "How do you do, Violet?" I smiled at my new close friend. This past week and a half have taught me who you can trust and who you can't, this girl is someone I can appreciate greatly.

"Well, how was your night?" She seemed genuinely interested in my enjoyments here. I sighed at the remembrance of last night, "it would've been better if it weren't for that Quigley Quagmire." I huffed.

She gasped and put her hand on my arm, shaking me excitedly, "you met him?" Her mouth was agape. I laughed at her expression and pushed her a bit friendly.

"We had sort of a run it," and I meant a literal run in but that was a story for a different time, "yeah we really butt heads." Her face turned into one of confusion with her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth quirked, "there was an argument?"

"If you want to call it that," I shrugged, but it was now my turn to shake her, "enough of me, what about your night?"

She smiled like a doof at her lap, blood ran across her cheeks, "it was well." She shrugged. I gave her an odd look at her sad attempt of hiding her secret. "You're smiling an awful lot for it to be 'well', what I can't know?"

She looked behind her at the open door, got up to close it and rushed to sit back down next to me, "okay but you cannot tell a soul." She asked of me seriously.

"Cross my heart and hope to die; if I lie, I may go back to my home planet." This is more satire that Klaus would enjoy, but Violet seemed to this it was amusing as well. I wonder what Klaus is doing anyways, probably bookworm things.

She took a breath, trying to calm herself, but fail a she screamed, "Duncan and I broke curfew and went out. It was such a rush, so much fun!" She began bouncing up and down as she held my arm, jostling me as well.