sense and sensibility ↦ asoue
written by moved
❛ love is weak, love is cruel, but that doesn't mean it's not enjoyable ❜ - avery
Last Updated
05/31/21
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ii.chapter two.
Chapter 4
so will i.”
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Lara Knight was not a morning person, yet she had made it a point to become one. To be truthful, she was not an ‘anything person’ in general. It didn’t help that she was in a place that hardly looked as if there ever was anything such as morning. The sky was always cloudy and the sky was always dull and murky, with scarcely even a trace of its’ average blue. She missed the glorious blue and the vivid greens of home. But sadly, that home was in a burnt pile of rubble. It was not vivid anymore.
Lara was particularly glum this morning because it was the day of Nero’s Nautical Number, in which Vice Principal Nero gave his students a morning violin performance about sailors. Although she had devised a plan to skip it entirely. The library wasn’t open during this performance, but that hasn't stopped her before.
“Lara?” asked Violet Baudelaire. “Are you okay? You’ve got that look on your face like you are thinking really hard about something.” She looked at her, “What are you planning?”
Lara looked up at the foggy clouds, “Oh nothing, just a way to get out of hell.”
Violet gave her a pointed look, “Behave children.”
Isadora rolled her eyes, “We are only a year younger than you, Vi. We aren’t that young.”
Violet scoffed, “I’m still older.”
Duncan rolled his eyes, “Bye a year.”
Lara looked at the thin, wispy clouds, “It looks as if it would rain.”
Violet looked up as well, “It always looks as if it would rain. Well, I suppose we should get going, in case it is going to rain.”
Lara looked at her, “We are, but let’s go faster. Shall we?”
In response, the other three groaned. Knowing fully well that they would have to jog to keep up with her. “Fine,” said Duncan lazily.
After saying so, Lara linked arms with him and dragged him with her. Violet and Isadora followed.
Once they had arrived, Lara led them astray to meet the librarian. She yanked Duncan into the library, and he grabbed Isadora and Violet. So now all four orphans were inhabited in the library. Lara warily closed the door behind her, making sure nobody saw. Especially Carmelita Spats.
Lara moved around the room stealthily, looking for a spot that they could hide in and be unnoticed. Her friends followed the curious stares from the librarian to find her, even if she looked as if she was sleepwalking. Isadora rolled her eyes and tapped Lara’s shoulder, “You aren’t fooling anyone, we can all see you. You just look like a dork.”
Lara rolled her eyes and stood up, “You always look like a dork.”
Violet put a stop to their banter, “Alright, let’s just go.”
Lara rolled her eyes, “So we aren't’ going to try and escape it?”
“I guess not,” sighed Duncan.
“Okay!” chirped Isadora, “Let’s just get going.”
The four youngsters, led by Lara of course, made their way over to the auditorium, in which the horrid Vice Principal Nero was readying his performance with his broken violin that he insisted to play. The quartet shuffled into seats, near the very back of the auditorium, so that they would be the least deaf by the time that the performance was over. The heard tiny but mighty footsteps come their way and they didn’t have to turn their heads to see a uniform-clad girl with black ringlets and beady black eyes standing there. “Hello cakesniffers!” she peeped.
“Go away Carmelita, we aren’t in the mood,” said Lara cautiously.
“But I’m the prettiest girl in the whole wide world!” she whined.
“Try, whiniest.”
“No! I don’t like that word!”
“Go away little girl, leave your superiors’ alone.” said a different voice. Lara looked up at him. He was tall and skinny, like a twig. But he had something else. It was like this aura of evil and sin. Misfortune and melancholy. Carmelita perhaps felt this aura too, because she ran away from them, right down the aisle. The man had left as soon as he had come through. Since he was no longer there.
Lara shook her head out of the thoughts, ‘whatever’. He was irrelevant. He was unimportant. But there was something about him that didn’t sit quite right with her. She didn’t know what it was, but she hoped to find out. Maybe it was the strangely shaped tattoo of an eye that was present on his ankle. At least she thought it was an eye, that’s what it appeared to her as whilst he was walking away. She saw Violet tie up her hair, which notified her friends that she was thinking deeply about the man, which also meant she had many questions. As did Lara and probably everyone else, including Carmelita. She was thankful that he had scared her away. But also so that she had something else to focus on besides Nero’s ear-torture that he dubbed, ‘brilliant violin recitals.’
Lara turned to Isadora, who was sitting to the right of her. “Ever seen him before?” she asked quizzically.
“Nope,” said Isadora popping the p.
“Well good because I already don’t like him.”
“You never like anyone, Duncan.”
“Alright,” announced Violet. “Let’s just be quiet, okay? Just in case anything actually happens.”
In response, Lara muttered under her breath, “Nothing ever happens.”
“Hush Lara,” said Duncan. “He’s starting.”
“Everyone plug your ears!” chirped a voice from the audience.
“The audacity of these kids,” muttered Violet.
But, Nero did not play. Instead, he came onto the stage. He was beaming glad. And whenever he was happy, that wasn’t good. Lara slumped back into her seat, her dirty blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. The other three had similar behaviors, slumping back and groaning in disgust and sorrow. As did most of the students, perhaps he was given the ‘ok’ to make them scrub all of the floors. Or have them miserable all day even though they hadn’t done anything wrong. “I have an announcement!” he announced.
“We know!” yelled a particularly annoyed boy.
Nero sent a glare towards the audience, although it was towards no one in particular. “We have a new teacher attending Prufrock Preparatory School!”
The auditorium erupted into a kerfuffle of hushed chatter. “If they are anything like the other bumbling and brainless idiots that teach here, I won't notice a difference,” Lara muttered.
“Quiet Lara.” hushed Violet.
“He is to be called Professor Olaf because that is what he wants to be called.”
“Olaf? What kind of a name is that?”
“Without further ado, here is the genius Professor Olaf!”
A slow roar of applause rippled through the audience as the tall, lanky man stepped onto the stage. And that’s when Violet, Isadora, Lara, and Duncan realized, it wasn’t any man that reprimanded Carmelita. It was Professor Olaf. “I am Professor Olaf! And I am smarter than you!”
“I’d like to question that,” muttered Duncan. Isadora kicked his knee.
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