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The Baudelaires were the most renowned wizard couple of their age, but their children were squibs. Not one drop of magic in them, pick them up wring them thrice and nothing. How could children, whose parents could conjure a protronus strong enough to hold back hoards of dementors, have children so ordinary as the baudelaire children. Sure, they were smart, clever, and one had teeth of a mermaid,but without magic they were pitied and belittled; this is quite a feat given how belittled they are already for being children.
When their parents died the Baudelaires accepted it solemnly, they already accepted their squib boon and given the dark world they lived in, they accepted this misfortune too. However, the children did not stop holding out a glimmer of hope that they would get some information on what happened to their parents, they learned to always search for the truth and stick together.
Violet, the one first to try and cheer the group, put on a smile for her siblings when they were passed from the wonderful, squib judge to a strange, smelly “gentleman”. This gentleman, one could hardly say so given his hideousness and stench, could be a goblin; that is if goblins took to wearing stilts. But sometimes the ugliest of creatures can be the most interesting, sweetest, and helpful. So Violet held out, until Olaf opened his mouth that is.
With crooked, yellow stained teeth bared and lips curled back he let out a booming yell. “AHHH!” Klaus startled back and smacked into the judge. She laid a calming hand on his shoulder. The man went on blabbering, “What are you tiny people and large poodle doing at my house? I already gave to the squib charity, gave them my third best sock. Should hold them over til the next Evil Lord rising. Damn thing happens every two years.” The judge covered poor Sunny’s ears. Sunny was still rattled from Olaf’s yell.
The judge was trying to find an opportunity to speak up amongst his ranting on about the ministry, snot-nosed children, etc all while picking at his mossy teeth and wiping his nose on a corner of his sleeve. Justice Strauss timidly started to speak and her voice grew stronger with her conviction, "sir, i apoLOGIZE FOR THE SHOUTING, BUT-”
He snapped upright and tugged on his tatty robe. “Call me Count Olaf,” he ran his hands down his dingy shirt and straightened his cavet.
The judge cleared her throat “Good day, Count Olaf. I’m Justice Strauss, this here is Violet, Klaus, and Sunny. The Baudelaire children. The family will states that the closest relative gains guardianship of these children and you are the first family member I found. I know you will find these kids a joy- I certaintly loved the delightful chats I had with my fellow bookworm Klaus, Violet fixed my sink and helped make the most delightful dessert, Sunny she-”. Olaf was tapping his foot and tugging his robe tie during the judges’ rambling. His lips curled and his teeth clenched as he forcibly interrupted.
“Thank you squib, for bringing the children. I can take it from here. GOOD DAY” His claw like hands snatch the lapels of Klaus and Violets clothes and dragged them into his drafty home. He slammed the door, dust unsettled leaving Klaus and Violet sneezing. There was a meek knock on the door. “OH MERLIN! WHAT IS IT NOW!” Olaf threw up his hands and ripped the door open to see the Judge holding Sunny in her arms. “Oh yeah, the deformed one. And I almost forgot,” he cast a memory charm on the Justice Strauss, “you will forget the Baudelaires and me. You spent a long day chatting with yourself and finally called the plumber to fix the sink”. The judge left with glazed eyes. Squib and Muggles were so easy to mess with.
Violet and Klaus looked on with shock. Sunny already passed that emotion and moved onto disgust. Azkaban has more hospitable conditions than this "house".