The Acrimonious Addendum (completed)

Chapter Two

Violet POV:

I can hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing and my heart beating in my ears. I steady my trembling hands holding the soldering iron. 1, 2, 3, I count  mentally. The circuit is finished. I switch the soldering iron off and place it on the table. The sky is a delicate shade of orange and purple and the clock shows that it is nearly 5pm. My shoes clack as I walk through the deserted university halls. When I reach the gate of the University, I boarded the rickety trolley which travels down the main street in the doorway of our apartment. When Klaus, Sunny Beatrice and I first arrived in the city, we struggled to find a place to stay that was within our budget, but when I came of age we could afford to move to nice four-bedroomed apartment overlooking the street and just a few months ago just send Sunny of to culinary school. I feel a pang of sorrow and anxiousness as I think of her all alone out in the world. But it is okay. Count Olaf is dead. He can't hurt us any more, I tell myself as I unlock the door to our apartment. The air is filled with the tomatoey scent of pasta sauce and I can hear voices coming from the living room. "Well, Klaus, I didn't expect you to cook today," I say, untying the plum coloured ribbon from my hair as I step into the room. " I thought that that was Sunny's-" I stop dead as I see the familiar faces sitting around the table and I hardly notice the soft thud as my house keys and hair ribbon fall  gently onto the carpeted floor.

Beatrice POV:

I've never seen Violet this shocked before. She's staring at the three people sitting around the table as if they're ghosts. I was surprised to when Klaus opened the door and instead of informing them that they had come to the wrong house instead stood gobsmacked at the front door for a few seconds before being bombarded with a barrage of embraces from the cloaked figures who, after removing their hats and cloaks, turned out to be three gangly, chocolate-haired people, all seeming to be about Klaus's age or a little bit older. They were practically identical, aside from the fact that two of them are boys and one of them was a girl. " Duncan, Quigley, Isadora, I... I can't believe that you found us."

"We can hardly believe it either," said the girl (Isadora?) whilst smiling almost giddily. We've been looking for you ever since we arrived here in the city." The names ring a bell and I realise that I know them. Know of them, at least. "You're  the Quagmires triplets?" I enquire. " You, well, two of you, met the Baudelaires at Prufrock Prep, where you were kidnapped and held captive in the elevator shaft of 667 Dark Avenue and the Fowl Fountain in the Village of Fowl Devotees, where you are then escaped with Hector in his Self-Sustaining Hot Air Mobile Home. And then Quigley, which ever one of you that is, met up with Violet and Klaus in the Mortmain Mountains, in search of VFD headquarters and Sunny!"

"Well," says one of the two boys, the one with shaggy hair, "You seem to know us quite well, but I'm afraid that we don't know you."

" Oh sorry everyone, please forgive my manners. Quagmires, this is Beatrice Baudelaire the second, also known as Beatrice Snicket. She's Kit's daughter. Beatrice, these are the Quagmires triplets.

"Quigley." says the one with the shaggy hair.

"Duncan." says the neater one.

" Isadora." smiles the girl.

" Well, now that you all know one another, I'm going to go check up on the food. I assume you three are staying for supper?"

"No," I say, jumping up. "I'll do it. The sauce is already made and all that's left to do is  cook the pasta, which can't be that difficult. Besides, it will save our visitors from your terrible cooking." We all laugh, and Klaus adjusts his glasses nervously. " You sure that you'll manage, Beatrice?"

I nod. "How hard can it be?"

Author's Note:

Hello! I'm going to be adding some more character perspectives in the next few chapters. Hope you all enjoy!

xxx Jess