Klaus Baudelaire
Hello,
my name is Klaus.
You may think that being the only wizard in a muggle family is hard, and yeah I guess it is.
I’m a middle child so that’s bad enough as it is, I have an older sister called Violet, and a younger sister called Sunny.
Growing up I almost always used to wish that I was more like my sisters, an inventor is always more useful than just a swot. Although my reading did prove useful when we ran into that spot of bother with count Olaf. That’s behind us now. We can forget about it, or at least try to.
One day I was reading a passage out to my sister “
The tears streamed down the young lovers face, leaving tracks that felt like cuts . The soldier stood there, looking down at the person that had their heart. Thinking back on everything, the happy things, the sad things, and the little time that they had spent together.
“This can’t be the end…” the soldier was sobbing “you … you… you can’t leave me. You can’t let me do this alone.”
The soldier crouched down next to the young man. They were only twenty one, though they had seen so much. Too much.
“Darling,” he whispered “James. You can’t stop this, you can only leave this place and move on . You can only let me go.”
How … how was he so strong. He had bullet wounds. But he was being strong, just gazing up at Thomas . Wet eyed and telling him to go… to leave him to just die. Just die.
If Thomas didn’t die in this war he would surely die of the heartbreak. How could he live without James by his side, the nightmares could only become worse than they had been before the war , he wouldn’t have anyone to hold him, to comfort him.
He was being selfish. He knew. James was bleeding out at his feet, and he was thinking of himself . Thomas tried to think of all those memories. To remember only the best of his dying lover.
Only the best as he said goodbye for the last time…
Only the best as his entire world fell apart…
Only the best as he shattered into one million pieces…
And maybe this time he couldn’t pick himself back up again.” I finished and there was silence.
“Why’re you always such a downer?” She asked.
“I write what I feel in the moment,” I said nonchalantly.
”seriously, you can’t be writing from personal exp…” she trailed off, clearly remembering all of those people whom had been lost. Jaques, Larry , Duncan and Isadora , the Quagmire triplets weren’t dead but they had no idea if they would ever see each other again. Duncan disappearing had hit Klaus harder than it should have.
That’s when there came a knocking at the door,
a tall man with long white hair and a long white beard stood there,
”my name is dumbledoor,” he said