You were one of the Baudelaire orphans, your parents have died in a fire. Your had 3 siblings, Violet, Klaus, and the baby, Sunny. Your parents had strict rules on your new guardian, they had to be your closest relative. After a long ride with Mr Poe he ended up at a beautiful though small house. A lady stood before you with groceries. She seemed to be a high court judge based off of her outfit, a white judicial wig, a black robe, and a professional outfit beneath. Hello there! Salutations! Shalom! You must me the Baudelaire children! Violet responds with Yes, I’m Violet Baudelaire, and this is my brother Klaus, my brother/sister (name), and my sister Sunny. And this is Mr Poe, he’s been arranging things for us. Mr Poe spoke showing a card to Justice Strauss Mulctuary Money Management, My name and title are on the card. Although I may be in line for a promotion so that might change. Justice Strauss then spoke again Oh, well, I am Justice Strauss of the High Court. Forgive my not shaking hands, but as you can see I am a mountain of parcels. I just bought a new toolkit because my food processor broke. Although I don’t know who I think I’m kidding, because I have no inventive or mechanical skill whatsoever. Then I treated myself to new file cards for my private library, and frankly I don’t have an acute literacy sense. And then, to top it all off, I forgot to buy a new bread knife. It means I have no possible way of cutting up this baguette into bite sized pieces, which is really unfortunate, because I was gonna take the bread that was cut up with a white bean hummus- Klaus interrupted her rambling We’d be more than happy to be of assistance, Justice Strauss. My sister is very mechanically minded, and I’m quite adept at library science. Sunny spoke in short baby talk then Violet translated to what Sunny was saying What my sister means is her teeth are perfect for slicing bread. Justice Strauss gasps Well how wonderful! How lucky am I to have such unusual children in my life? She smiles then Klaus spoke Are you Count Olaf’s wife? Justice Strauss spoke What? Oh! Oh, no! No. No. Goodness me, no. No, I don’t even really know him that well. He’s…he’s just my neighbor. His house is over there. She points to the house across from hers, a black and very old looking mansion. There at the roof in a large window stood Count Olaf with a cold and emotionless face.