𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 || Violet x Reader

The Miserable Mill▪︎Part i.iv

A//n: Thank you all for being so patient and understanding. I'm sorry I couldn't get this to you sooner and that it's so short. I got stuck in one spot and then I began the Eddie Kaspbrak rewrite and it slipped through the cracks. I do hope to continue this series and I have also figured out your special talent! If you previously knew it to be running, I have made changes back under chapter "important" and updated it, feel free to check it out if you'd like! Thank you for taking time to read this authors note and i hope you enjoy this chapter! Love you guys!! ♡♡♡

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     Klaus sat timidly in the waiting room of Dr. Orwell's office, his fingers absentmindedly twirling the severed left temple of his glasses. His eyes darted around the room worriedly, trying to decipher all the strange shapes he saw. A poor choice of words as he couldn't actually see very well, the lenses of his glasses were hopelessly cracked and it was lucky - a word so rarely used in the lives of the Baudelaires - that the glass lenses hadn't come apart as he wore them.

     Phil, who was sat upright next to Klaus, was happily humming a little tune. He was completely oblivious to the boy's troubles, as usual.

     In an attempt to calm his racing mind, Klaus turned to the hope of reading, as he always did. He picked up one several magazines, the only choice out of the selection that lay organized on the coffee table, that wasn't some form of optometry piece. He picked it up to examine it, and quickly found his hopes stamped out when he saw the title:

     Dreadful Pennies: RARE WORLD COINS and VALUABLE ODD COINS. The article of which I will spare you, advertised an analysis of coin trends, featuring the latest coin prices. Klaus had read hundreds of books in his life, and several of these books were of little interest to him. But this particular issue did not grab his attention so much and perhaps if he were bored, not worried, he would opt to pick it up and give it go, but the time simply wasn't ripe and he discarded the magazine distastefully on the coffee table.

     It was at that moment that the dull thud of a pair of three(?) footsteps echoed across the room from the small landing of steps. There stood Dr. Orwell, cane in hand - which had solved the quick mystery of three footsteps - and she gave Klaus a knowing look.

     "Klaus Baudelaire," she drawled, and Klaus gulped.

     He stood up in her presence, recognizing her as the woman he and his sisters saw pacing in the window when they first arrived.

     "You're Dr. Orwell?" He stammered.

     She stepped forward into the lobby and nodded.

     "Yes, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was on my lunch hour. Looks like somebody broke their glasses."

     Klaus felt a nudge on his shoulder.

     "See?" Phil said. "Perfectly friendly."

     Klaus removed his glasses and held them in his hands.

     "Well, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar." Dr. Orwell said.

     "Actually, you catch the most flies with manure." Klaus pointed out.

     "Aren't you smart?" Dr. Owell stated, a twinge in her voice. "It's just an expression. A fancy way of saying you're more likely to get what you want by acting in a sweet way, than in a distasteful way, like vinegar."

     Dr. Orwell reached over and grabbed Klaus by the hand suddenly and pulled him away to the stairs.

     "Wave goodbye to your friend." She ordered.