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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iii.chapter three.
Chapter 5
the universe is unfolding as it should.”
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Needless to say, Isadora was disappointed in her brother’s behavior. He was acting different lately, bolder, brighter. She had hoped it wasn’t concerning a young lady, whose meeting was anything but recent. Four years ago, is when they had met if you need to be precise about it. Duncan behavior towards the new teacher was not what she was most concerned about, it was, however, the new teacher. He wasn’t like the others, he was smarter, stronger, and seemingly more cunning than the rest. With the exception of Professor Olaf, the teachers were dumb and boring, it was a surprise if the student at Prufrock Preparatory school learned anything at all. Measuring objects using the metric system became tiresome. And reciting stories told by a monotone-voiced teacher were anything but exciting. Maybe his class, whatever it was, would be less boring and useless.
The auditorium had a heavy silence overcome the students’ vibrant chatter. No one batted an eye at him, as if he was the normal conceited brat that taught at this austere academy. Although some conceited brats attended the school as well. But Isadora, Duncan, Violet, and Lara knew otherwise. They had experienced enough misfortune to last them a lifetime, even though it did, and it was all just one event. The uncomfortable aura of melancholy and misfortune was constantly around this ‘Professor Olaf’, even if they had only known him for two minutes, tops.
Isadora noticed Violet’s leg twitch as if she was going to get up. Up out of her seat that was, which was something Violet never did. And of course, whenever Isadora or Violet had the audacity to do something bold, Lara widely encouraged it, in turn standing up far too quickly to realize what had been done. Nero noticed it, surprisingly. It was especially surprising since he didn’t notice the constant bullying of Carmelita Spats. But that could just be because he specifically chose to ignore the orphans’ miserable state caused by the mean little girl.
Carmelita rarely apologized for her ‘standoffish behavior’ and that was only if she had something to gain by saying so.
Isadora sighed heavily. She desperately hopes Nero would just shoot a glare at them and not make a big fuss. Instead he not only glared but he also yelled, “LARA KNIGHT SIT DOWN! DETENTION! BAUDELIAR! “
“Baudelaire.”
“DETENTION! TWINS!.”
“Triplets,”
“DETENTION!”
“Now Vice Principal Noodle,” said Professor Olaf.
“Vice Principal Nero.” corrected Vice Principal Nero.
“I said, Nero!”
“Nero!” wailed Carmelita. “I don’t like him, he’s nothing but a big cakesniffer!”
“Hear me crystal clear little girl,”
“I’m thirteen!”
“Then stop acting like you’re three!” interrupted Duncan standing up.
Everyone looked at him, at least they tried to. Isadora saw Violet tug Duncan’s arm down, “Sit down.” hissed Violet.
Duncan shook his head solemnly, “Someone is finally standing up for us Vi, we should embrace it.”
“We don’t know that for sure.”
“But we can assume and hope that he is.”
Violet sighed hopelessly, “There’s no use. Us orphans have to stick together, and with no one else shall we associate ourselves with.”
“Since when were you the boss?” hissed Lara.
Violet sighed heavily, “Since I’m older than you,”
“QUIET ORPHANS!” bellowed the lazy Vice Principal
Professor Olaf shifted his body towards stage left, “I suppose I should get settled, but I will need assistance, How about you four? In the back?”
Isadora inwardly groaned. However, her and her friends miserably made their way down the center aisle. Professor Olaf stood there, with the biggest smirk known to humankind on his face. He looked awful, and Isadora could already tell that Lara and Duncan despised him greatly. Their snarls and glares towards the lanky man described their emotions greatly to those who knew them well. And, judging by their expressions, many others could decipher their feeling towards the new Professor Olaf. “In fact,” he crooned menacingly, “I’ll have you clean my classroom every single day.”
All four groaned, but each orphan reluctantly grabbed a piece of his luggage, which ironically had four pieces, and followed him towards his hopefully temporary resting quarters.
To be precise, Violet carried two small pieces of luggage, Isadora was transporting in the size of medium, and Lara and Duncan huffed one large piece together. They made it to a winding hallway, with pictures of peering men with startling features and crooked noses. Fearful of going the right way, Isadora asked, “Are we going the right way?”
“Actually,” said Professor Olaf. “Set the luggage down.”
Violet’s hair was already tied up, but her company could tell she was thinking hard. “What?”
“And if you wish,” he finished. “You can open them up to see the unimportant and irrelevant rocks that I have brilliantly and intelligently stowed away.”
Isadora bent down and unlatched the ragged edges of the suitcase. The leather on the suitcase was obviously fake, and it was cheap. It felt like plastic, although the sides were softer, yet they were torn and scratched. She felt her pale fingers hit the cold metal and she winced since the auditorium had been filled with human heat. She did, in fact, open the latch. It wasn’t difficult, nor jammed. And when she opened it, the man stayed true to his word about what the contents were. They were rocks. Jagged edges and tiny sediments made up its structure. All six pretty little rocks neatly lined up inside of the narrow luggage.
She looked up and brushed the hair out of her face to see her friends coming to the same realization. “Why?” demanded Lara.
“It’s simple, I needed to get you four alone,” he stated.
“Simple? You pervert, that’s not simple!” she spat.
“You see, I’m just like you.”
“You are not sixteen!”
“I’m an orphan.”
“Big deal!”
“I’m sorry.” murmured Isadora.
Lara’s head snapped towards Isadora, “Hush!” she yelped.
Isadora gave her a disapproving glare as the man continued, “And now I’ll steal your fortunes.”
“The fortunes cannot be used until Violet, Lara, and I become of age.” inputted Duncan blandly. “Now please go away.”
The so-called professor moved closer to them, “Well for Violet, that’s only a few months.”
“How the hell did you know my name?” Violet demanded.
“I know a lot of things.”
“Shut up, just shut up.”
“And you just said her name.”
“But how did you know it was me?”
“You look a lot like your mother.”
“You knew my mother?!” Violet exclaimed incredulously.
“You knew her mother?” exclaimed the other three in confusion.
“Of course, so did Lemony Snicket.”
Violet’s face worn down to a pout, she didn’t speak another word.
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