A Series of Unfortunate Events One Shots

Memory Lane Part 6

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~Quigley's POV

Jacques told me that my siblings had met the Baudelaires at Prufrock. I don't know what their relationship is like in detail, but my family has always been very easy to get along with; I still don't know anything about the Baudelaires themselves though. It's wonderful to know that Duncan and Isadora aren't so alone at that school anymore, but I'm still alone here.

I looked at my picture of Fiona once more and sighed. "I wish I was with you too, doll," I muttered to myself.

I'm so glad I'm alone in the house right now because people might think I'm going crazy...

Just this morning I got another telegram from Fiona with some interesting news. She said their cook Mari had returned to working for V.F.D.'s main operation so they hired a replacement. She said his name was Phil, and that he was extremely nice. I don't know if I'd ever see Mari again, but she was my friend too and I wish her well. During our conversation she also gave me a bit of bad news: she would have to stop contacting me after this. Their new mission required daily use of their telegraph, and she convinced her stepfather to let me know first so I don't freak out. I understood, after all I can't do anything about it, and sent her a final message telling her I would be ok and that I miss her.

After 11 days, Jacques had been sent to Prufrock to save Jacqueline's boyfriend Larry from some trouble. It was then that we learned that Olaf showed up at the school. Forget being worried about people I've never met, now I'm worried about my siblings again...

I had a small fight with Jacques after he came back to the house from helping Larry. I wanted to go to Prufrock. I needed to protect my siblings; cover be damned I'm sure there was something I could do! Jacques wouldn't have any of it. He understood my problems and reminded me that he was just concerned as I am, but he simply cannot let me do that. I was mad... but he's right. I remembered how terrified I was when I was almost caught by villains the day I met Fiona. I wasn't ready to be on my own yet.

The Daily Punctilio gave me something new the next day though. I had been somewhat conditioned from my journalist nerd older brother to never trust the newspaper because they have a habit of printing only lies and misleading information. So I have been avoiding reading it myself recently. But today I found the paper on the desk Jacques was using in Monty's house and the picture caught my attention. My siblings were on the cover, along with some other kids, and a man in a strange looking gym teacher outfit. I asked Jacques about it and he said the man was Count Olaf in disguise and the other children were the Baudelaires. The picture appeared to have been taken during a pep rally as there were a bunch of other students in the crowd.

At last I finally got to see these people who were so crucial to the organization. Yes it had actually been this long before I got to know what they looked like. There was the girl Violet, long dark hair, attractive features; I'm a taken man, doesn't mean I can't recognize it when I see it. I wonder if Duncan has tried sweet-talking her though. My brother was never good with girls, he's too shy. Then there was Violet's brother, I've been told his name was Klaus; he had the same black hair as his sister and similar features covered by a pair of glasses. He looked like a smart guy... I don't like how close he was standing to Isadora though. In Violet's arms was their one year old sister Sunny. That kid is honestly a dentist's nightmare because what the hell is up with those teeth?! Note to self, don't let the kid bite you...

I took another look at my siblings. Duncan had gotten taller since I last saw him. His hair was still neat and well-kept, unlike mine. We're identical triplets so we have to put effort into making our appearances distinct; though Duncan is still less handsome than me. Isadora looked more grown up than before. She is the youngest, but only on a technicality. It felt good to see my family, even if it was just a picture in an unreliable newspaper; it let me know they were still with me somehow.