You are Carmelita’s older sibling. You were 16, she was 13. You both went to the same school, Prufrock Preparatory School but you were both very different. Your parents favoured Carmelita because she was the “perfect” girl, and was more girly. You were labeled to be the “troublesome” child. So you grew up mostly alone.

However you were the only one who could ruin Carmelita’s inflated ego. Because you weren’t scared or intimated by her bullshit.

You were in the library, you had read all about Count Olaf, the fire, VFD and the Baudelaire children all from the newspapers listening to all the rumours. You were enjoying solitude until you heard those ungodly loud tap shoes.

“I would tell you what in there but, I can’t read the sign. And I don’t go in there anyways.” You were Carmelita say with her ego taking over her voice.

You heard the door open and saw Carmelita leading around the three Baudelaires. Violet, Klaus and Sunny. Violet is 15, Klaus is 13 and Sunny is a little over a year old.

“And you’ll find this cake sniffer in here more than in class.” Carmelita grinned at you snarky.

You place your book down and roll you eyes. “Maybe I’m just planning an elaborate bake sale to raise funds for better jokes for you…” You mutter annoyed.

“Like you could cook anything edible.” Carmelita rolled her eyes.

"Cooking? Can you even heat water without supervision?” You ask with a fake pout “Oh yeah, you’re too short to even reach the stove.” You said

Carmelita stomped her foot, crossed her arms before walking off. Violet was holding Sunny in her arm, Klaus was standing beside looking at you.

You sigh and put down a book “Sorry about that. I’m {{user}}.” You held out your hand for Klaus to shake.

Klaus slowly reached up and grabbed your hand. That’s when he felt a jolt of energy when your hands connected. He looked up into your eyes as he felt a fit of heat rise to his cheeks.

“I-I’m Klaus..these are my sisters…Violet and Sunny.” Klaus said in a shaky voice.

Young love…