Dear readers (?) Before saying anything further from here, I would like to confess that this is the first fanfic that I've finished writing (even though it's just a short chapter). So there may be some issues. What are some mistakes? Please forgive Rais.

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Subject: I want this matter to not be bad luck. The first time I really got to know Wright was when Jim Carrey starred in a movie. When I finished watching that episode, I considered that I liked it, but I still didn't have the money to buy the book. Later, when it was made into a series (waited for a long time), Wright had the opportunity to actually buy the book and read it. And no matter what version it is Rice liked it all. (Especially in the series) Wright will write this fanfic as his first story.

[Here, please help me first.]

Most of the information used in the composition is based on books. People who have only seen the series may not understand that the most prominent characteristic used to describe A. is the word sparkling eyes. (Second to the single eyebrow or the tattoo on the left ankle.) In the story that Reis wrote, this takes place before the Baudelaire children become the Baudelaire orphans, according to the blurb.

[P.S. (Warning) This fic may not be classified as a love story. But it's fiction.

Violaf

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His sparkling eyes It was as if she had seen it somewhere before…

For a long time, it seemed like it was just a dream. That night… the day her parents held a dinner party and invited guests to their house. Houses that have not yet been burned and turned to ashes Where she and her siblings used to live and are still happy. It was as if nothing bad had ever happened in the world. When they were like the happiest children ever.

That night, when her father and mother were still home.

It was a few nights before the fire.

That night, Mr. and Mrs. Baudelaire had quite a lot of work to do. Even though they were just holding a small dinner party, But they invited many guests to the mansion. Some of them were familiar faces to the children. But some of them are people they haven't seen before. Even though Mom and Dad were busy welcoming more and more guests,

But they still smile and chat with their lovely children from time to time. and were also willing to let the children get to know the guests at the event But the kids also have a job on their hands. such as violet As the eldest She had to stand at the front door to welcome guests beside her father.

She also had to make sure that the hoist she had created to store her coats and overcoats would work without any problems. Like causing some guests' clothes to tear. Klaus had to prepare new dishes for the additional guests and also serve water to all the guests who came to the party. As for Sunny, she may be too young to do anything, but she has a duty of encouragement and does her best to help her mother prepare dinner as much as she can. The banquet was quite chaotic for the Baudelaires that night.

When the event was about to begin, all the guests took their places at the dining table. Everyone praises Mrs. Baudelaire's cooking skills, especially the delicious secret recipe salad. Mrs. Baudelaire gave part of the credit to her youngest daughter, who helped prepare the food as well. Everyone at the table was happy and enjoying their meal.

Sunny used her sharp teeth to cut a carrot into small pieces for the guests to watch in a small performance. Even some pieces will fall under the table. Or splashed onto the sugar jar on the table. But all the guests enjoyed this small performance that accompanied the meal. Occasionally, some of the guests smiled at Violet. And some of the guests looked agitated for a while.

Before that person asked to leave early to do personal business. to which Mrs. Baudelaire remarked that she would be happy to walk him to the door herself. And some of the guests say things that Violet, Klaus, and Sunny don't understand, things about telegrams and maps.

After the main course, some of the guests moved to another room. To talk with Mr. Baudelaire in the living room. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man of the Baudelaire house was carrying a bowl of dessert pudding to serve to the guests in the next room with Father. Klaus then heard something moving outside the house.

Just like he had heard on some nights when he stayed up late reading his favorite book. His parents had told him that it was just the sound of the wind. Soon some guests began to return. Except for some who still have business to discuss with Mr. and Mrs. Baudelaire. Or maybe they just want a third bowl of pudding. After a moment, the children's father and mother excused themselves and went to the library to discuss important business with the guest.

Because most of the guests had already left. The Baudelaires set out to help clean the table while they waited for their mother and father. Together they moved the used dishes to the kitchen. Sunny watched her siblings work silently at the table, occasionally turning to look at the window.

As Violet and Klaus Put the dishes one at a time into the dishwasher that Violet made herself. Just like many appliances in the house. Suddenly they heard Sunny shouting from the next room, “Fun-cood! “Which she probably meant. 'My gums hurt.' Or it could be translated as '

I think I saw some people hiding outside.’ But whatever the younger Baudelaire was trying to tell her brothers, Violet and Klaus find that they have problems of their own as well. This is usually shortly after they put the dishes into the machine. The washing machine will vibrate and return clean dishes within minutes. But tonight they discovered that the washer only vibrated but would not return the dishes.

“Do you think it was just slow this time?” Klaus asked his older sister.

“But we've been waiting for several minutes. The dishes we put in weren't many. It should have been returned a while ago,” Violet replied after they waited for the machine to work for several minutes. Violet finally offered. “I think there's something stuck in the mechanism,” she said. “Can you fix it, Violet?” Klaus asked again. The eldest Baudelaire smiled.

Then use all your hands to find your favorite ribbon. She gets to tie her hair up so the cogs in her little brain can work without the hair cluttering up her concentration. Violet usually kept her ribbon in her skirt pocket. But then she suddenly realized that tonight she was wearing the skirt she was wearing at the party.

There were no pockets, so her hands were empty. Maybe she should leave it in her bedroom, Violet thought, so she told her brother that she would go up to her room to bring down some ribbons and engineering supplies that she would need in her bedroom. before and asks Klaus to fetch a few cloths to catch the water from the machine while he waits for her.

Violet walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. A room that is both a bedroom And it is a work room where she thinks and creates various inventions. Violet's room looks a bit different than a normal girl's room. Either because each wall of her room was covered with large sheets of paper that sketched out various invention ideas in her head instead of cute wallpaper.

Or the accessories on her shelf instead of the fluffy dolls. Just like any other girl's room. There was also a bulky desk where she used to sketch new inventions. The room might be a bit of a mess in her mother's opinion, but Violet loved them. This place is like her workplace.

Some days, Violet likes to spend her free time glued to a desk so she can design new inventions. Her mother brought food to the room when her stomach was hungry. Because Mrs. Baudelaire knew that when her daughter had an idea for a new invention, It's best to let the tiny glitches in her brain continue uninterrupted.

Violet acted quickly. She walked over and picked up the equipment she would need from the shelf. She began to look for her ribbon. “Here it is,” she said, reaching out to pick up the dark ribbon on the table. But Violet Baudelaire's eyes suddenly stumbled upon something on the other side of the room.

On the other side was a large window. where she could look out at the view from the garden and the city lights Violet often looks out for new ideas for her inventions. and it is open

“That's strange,” Violet said.

She looked at the window. If you remember correctly Earlier, you should have turned it off before leaving the room. She walked closer so she could go close it. But then suddenly a strong wind blew into the room. The ribbon that was on Violet's sketching table flew out of the open window.

and fell into the garden outside. “Oh no,” Violet exclaimed. before rushing down the stairs to the garden below

It was quite dark outside of the mansion that Violet was in. That night, there was only the moonlight and the light inside the house that shone through the windows. As for the lights that were normally on the road in front of the house, this night they were extinguished without incident. It was similar to another place far away from the Baudelaire house. There the signal was cut off as well.

Violet tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness. Before she did, she walked to the area at the bottom of her room. Then he started looking for the dark ribbon on the floor. She searched for it for a while but it was too dark for her to find. Knowing this, she should probably bring a flashlight down, Violet thought. Maybe it would fly further than she thought.

The wind that blew into her room at that time was extremely strong. It may have already flown and caught itself on a tree. She tried to find it again. before sighing and giving up on the search She would have to use another spare ribbon and come back tomorrow.

“Hello, hello, hello,” a low voice said in the darkness.

Violet let out a soft cry of shock. She turned to look at the nearby voice. Because it was very dark in the garden, Violet couldn't see much of the speaker's face. But if you look at it from the shadows in the dark That person must have been very tall. “Little girl,” the voice continued.

“I wouldn't have scared you, would I?” he said, his voice cracking.

“Hello,” Violet replied politely. She didn't know who the voice she was speaking to was. Perhaps he was a guest who had not yet returned to his father and mother. But Violet couldn't remember ever hearing that sound from any of the guests at the party or any of her parents' friends.

“What brings a cute little girl like you to come out to a dark event by herself like this?” the voice asked.

“Oh!” She also wanted to ask that voice why he stood out in the dark alone.

“I came out to get my ribbon,” Violet responded to the voice.

In the darkness, Violet saw a shadow move slightly closer to her and hold out something. “You mean this?” he asked. Violet tried to focus on what was in his hand. And it really is her dark ribbon.

“Yes, this is it,” she smiled, reaching out to take the ribbon.

Suddenly, another rough hand emerged from the darkness. He pulled Violet's right wrist until she lost her balance and stumbled closer under his force. Violet could almost feel him through the darkness. They were so close, so close that she could smell the scent coming from him. The smell was like the smell of wine mixed with ashes and dirt.

From above her head, she heard his gasps. When you look up Even though she still couldn't see his face. But she saw the glowing eyes of a carnivore staring back at her.

“Did you forget something?” he asked in a low voice.

Violet trembled, she didn't dare meet his eyes. He could only try to shake his hand away. But that only made him squeeze her arm harder than before. The strange thing was that after that he didn't say anything else. It's like he's waiting for her answer.

Even Violet was quite confused by this action. But she tried not to panic. Violet bit her lip tightly. While thinking about the answer he wanted

“Thank you,” Violet said.

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear, and she shivered.

“We don't want your parents to hear that you're a disrespectful child, do we?” he said, releasing her arm back. As soon as I got her arm back Violet quickly backed away from him. Then go stand where there's more light. From there, she seemed to be able to hear his laughter and see his eyes looking at her amusedly through the shadows.

It was as if scaring a girl like you was a joke to him. “You…”

“Violet, where are you? ” Violet heard Klaus calling out from inside the house. But just as she was thinking of following her brother's call and leaving this mysterious man, She heard his voice say again.

“Violet…what a lovely name,” he said, emphasizing her name. When you turn around And she could almost imagine the smile on his face even though she couldn't see it. Violet knew that in this situation she should be afraid. She was afraid, but she also felt curious about this scary man.

“You…are my parents' guest. Is that right?” Violet asked.

Violet secretly hoped that this person was just a guest at the banquet. Or are you an acquaintance of your father and mother? Because otherwise she would definitely be in trouble.

“Something like that,” he replied in a tone that couldn't be measured. “But it looks like I might be late.”

Violet breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she didn't have any evidence to prove that he was the one who came to the event. But at least his answer was enough to make her less paranoid. After all, Violet was fourteen and she was not a child who could tell the difference between trustworthy people and suspicious people.

For example, guests who are in her house right now. Violet may not have known them well, but they seemed trustworthy, even though they might actually have been deceitful and greedy. You should go back inside. thought the eldest Baudelaire girl. Then she asked her father and mother who this suspicious guest in the dark really was.

“Franz Liszt's Nocturne,” he said, breaking the silence. “What?” Violet asked, not because she hadn't heard what he was saying. But it was because she didn't understand what he was saying. He sighed and explained in a short sentence. “Shut your mouth and listen,” he said.

His explanation didn't help Violet understand anything better. But she tried to follow his instructions. She stood still and listened carefully. And she heard What he was actually talking about was the sound of his parents' piano emanating from inside.

“Do you know this song?” she asked him.

“And who do you think taught your father to play the piano?” he replied, laughing low in his throat. She noticed that his eyes had changed. They weren't as fierce as before.

“I still remember how boring his father used to be. Every day I just sit at the table. Read a thick book that I will never finish. As for your mother…” He paused, as if thinking back to the past days they had. “He's very picky and annoying,” he said angrily.

This caused Violet to let out a soft laugh. The music played by her parents helped calm the uncomfortable narrative they were having. But she kept an uncertain distance between them. “You know, your parents and I used to work together,” he continued. “Even though they often disagreed with my decisions, Well, that's all.”

“But they never talked about you,” Violet said.

He was silent for a moment. His sharp eyes flashed menacingly in the darkness once again. “There are many stories that your parents won't tell you little girl. There are so many things that you can't think of,” he said, emphasizing each word. “And there are some things you will never know.”

“Like what?” she asked.

Even though Violet can't see But she was able to guess that the mysterious man in front of her was smiling at her. “Do you really want to know?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

But not before she gave an answer. The piano playing stopped midway through the song. With the sound of her name being called again, “Violet!”

“Looks like your mother called, Violet,” he told her.

“Aren't you going in?” She turned to ask him again as she reached the door. “Better not... They probably don't want to see my face,” he said dismissively.

“And I am not on good terms with the Baudelaires.”

“Oh,” she said, furrowing her brows, “but for you…”

“It is considered beautiful. Compared to them,” he said in closing.

Right now, Violet wasn't sure how she should feel. Previously, this scary man had just snatched her arm. And he also said that he doesn't get along with her family.

“Tell me, Violet,” he said, emphasizing her name again, “your siblings, are they people like you?”

“What kind?” she asked, clenching both of her hands tightly.

“The kind that is called 'attractive'.”

The eldest Baudelaire suddenly felt heat on both of her cheeks. She blushed, and she couldn't understand why her heart couldn't stop beating the way she felt right now. She really doesn't understand it.

“Violet!” This time, her father's voice joined in. You really must go. “Next time I will probably see you again. Is that right?” she asked one last time as her hand twisted the doorknob. Even though she still doesn't trust him. But deep down, Violet felt a desire to meet this mysterious man again next time.

“Of course, girl,” he replied. “I can't wait until then.” And again, Violet couldn't see his face. But she could tell that he was smiling back at her. “Good night, Violet.”

“Good night,” Violet replied, turning to look into his sparkling eyes one last time. before eventually walking into the house and leaving him alone.

“Violet! Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you.” Klaus was the first to come to her. Before his parents followed him out of the living room, “Sorry, Klaus. I was just trying to find a ribbon,” she said, holding up the ribbon she had brought for her brother to see. “What about the rest of the guests?” Violet turned to ask her parents. “We've all returned,” Mrs. Baudelaire replied.

Her daughter didn't care at all when they went out when she and the mysterious man were guarding the front, which was the only way out, at all times. “The children must be very tired,” said Mr. Baudelaire as he put his arm around their shoulders. “It's already very late. Three children, you better get ready to go to bed,” their mother added.

Not until we finish fixing the dishwasher,” Violet replied, turning to meet her brother's eyes and tying up her hair. She ran upstairs to get the equipment she had prepared again. Before starting to finish what they had left behind, Mom and Dad were waiting at the door to offer encouragement.

And the result was as the eldest Baudelaire had expected. “You're absolutely right, Violet,” Klaus said as he helped his sister by shining a light on her. “There really is something unknown that got stuck in the mechanism,” he continued, looking at a small piece of wet paper that had gotten stuck in the machine.

The four of them went to the dining room table after finishing cleaning up. Where they left Sunny But not before their eldest daughter climbed the stairs with her younger siblings. Violet suddenly remembered a sentence that the man had said to her while they were together in the garden: “Dad.”

Violet called out to her father. “What is it, Violet?” her father replied. “Is the song you played tonight Nocturne by Franz Liszt?” Her parents looked at each other. A moment of doubt Before her mother shook her head and turned to answer her, “No, my dear. The song my father is playing tonight is Chopin's Nocturne.”

Then next time… Violet Baudelaire thought.

She probably had to tell him about this too.

It's over! The expressions are a bit strange. Wright just tried to write it to have a description like in a book. It might be a bit boring to just read it.

The content that was written was inspired by a side story of this series called

the dismal dinner

The content may not be complete yet because Wright himself has not yet read the full chapter. But I tried to include as many details as I could think of. Wright has tried to find some information from the western side. He assumed many theories. (But most of the time, Wright uses it to translate languages)

TvT))

Then I made a promise to myself that if the writer wasn't lazy (like the previous stories), he would write longer episodes. But it belongs to this couple and they won't go to any other boat. People who only watch the series might be confused, I apologize. Some words may have been misspelled or omitted. Please forgive Rais.

The reason we chose this pair instead of Olaf and Kit or Kevin and Violet was because of the influence of Jim's films. Carrie in the wedding scene (I'm usually a person who likes things like this~) Moreover, foreigners wear a lot of makeup. Rice himself has not yet seen anything Thai. (Or if there is, Rice might not be able to find it himself.) So I thought of writing one.

The song that is played in the story is

nocturne op 9 no 2

Yes, let the atmosphere be light. It's a good night, so I choose this song. (Read many foreign fanfics that said that Olaf used to be good at playing the piano.) If you have any questions, please leave a comment.

P.S. The cover image was drawn by myself.