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୨୧╼ Memento Memori, remember you will die. The motto was etched at the entrance of Prufrock Prep. It was fitting as every day spent within the school’s walls felt like a slow demise. Daily concerts held by Vice Principal violin concerts that assaulted their senses. Count Olaf dressed up as Couch Genghis forced them to do meaningless laps all night. The fact that their Orphan status practically made them pariahs was the least of their problems.

        Charlie had not been like the majority of the students. The atrocious treatment of those deemed undesirable was considered the standard. At best they were ignored and at worst they were tormented. With a life infested with unspeakable horrors, all positive experiences were cherished. “Yes, it is wonderful to see you. From appearances time has treated you well.”

        Eyes cast downward as Violet bit her lip. It was a rarity that she saw someone from her past and found pleasure in it. Her gut instinct was generally to flee as quickly as possible. If approached, she would deny who she was and make her exit. Not that meeting new people was any either. She lived an isolated life, scared to get close to anyone outside her immediate family. “How have you been?” With a small smile, she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

Years could move rather quickly. Charlie had memories of many things in recent years that left impressions. The stranger and stranger still. Prufrock Prep among them. It seemed to be an endless maze of the most odd rules he had ever endured. But endured it he had. Not everyone was so lucky- there were a few that got the brunt of it. But one pair in particular had seemed to be dirt beneath the bottom of the barrel. At least as far as it went with Vice Principal Nero.

What a fuck.

But the days that went by, Charlie could remember them. Her in particular. There was something distinctly memorable about Violet. Even if they interacted in limited amounts- by no means without attempts. But that 'school' had been a cage, separating them from the things they wanted or enjoyed.

So when a familiar face appeared as he turned, the dark haired man could only look surprised. His face, usually one of neutrality, had morphed into shock.

"Oh. V-Violet? Holy...-Is that you?"

୨୧╼ It had been quite some time since Violet had been in school. Before the great fire that irrevocably changed her life, she enjoyed school. One of her most cherished memories was winning a school science competition, and her parents taking her out for root beer floats to celebrate. Then there was the absolutely dreaded Prufrock Prep where she suffered a variety of abuses and inhuman treatment but not only Count Olaf but Vice Principal Nero.

        While Violet had met an assorted cast of terrible fiends, there were people who treated her kindly even at her lowest. Charlie was one of those who had shown kindness to the Baudelaires. Something that she would never forget. Even now with so many years passed, she recognized him. His eyes were still gentle as they always had been.

         Violet bit her bottom lip, a bit nervous. If she were a normal woman who lived a normal life, she would have had no reservations in approaching him. However, nothing had been normal for her for a long time. Even now there were those who held a vendetta against her. The worst part was some of it was warranted. Survival did not come without a cost. To reveal whom, she was to anyone was not an easy task.

        Perhaps Violet was being foolish – but in the end she decided to take the chance. She made her way towards Charlie. “Hello, I do not mean to interrupt. But you look awfully familiar. I believe we went to school together.”

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