Dear readers, this is a lucky chapter. This is stranger especially since the fact this is the thirteen chapter to this story, but one is not to judge this chapter based on the number alone.

The reason is a lucky chapter is simple for one reason and one reason only.

The meeting of two people and the blooming change that will happen.
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"How do you know who I am!?!," Violet yelled surprised by the sudden appearance of the physic librarian.

"How do YOU know who I am!?!?," Olivia yelled back completing surprised by the ten year old inventor.

"What's going on!," Beatrice said opening the front door, hearing her daughter's yells.

"I- uh," Violet started but was not quiet sure how to give an explanation before her mother came closer with Klaus following from behind.

"Your daughter was attacked by some vicious taki dressed women," Olivia said speaking up as she sees the resemblance Violet has with her mother.

"Strange. There is no women other then you here," Beatrice said leaving both Violet and Olivia to turn behind them to see no one but her a car screech to a turn not far from them.
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"You know your mother is going to be furious when she finds you eating chocolate when she made you food already," Matthew Quagmire said to his son as he work diligently on papers in his study as he plays chess with his second son who by now is halfway done with a box of assorted chocolates.

"Your eating them too," Quigley Quagmire said as he fidgets with his lost white queen piece," Shouldn't you be at work."

"Shouldn't you be at your piano class," Matthew said placing his son in 'check' as he eats another chocolate.

"I gave Duncan 4 dollars to be in my place; I'll feel guilty about it later and ask him what he learn at class."

"Your Mother was quiet persist to get you in a activity that would suet you."

"I know, but, I'm not a piano person or a poet like Isadora, or whatever Duncan is. I'm not a dancer like mother or like you that does.........what do you do?"

Matthew paused thinking of what would be a good to say and looked at his son,"I'm the co-director of a secret organization devoted to stopping evil doers."

Quigley stopped what he was doing and looked at his father to figure out wither he was lying or not.

"That cool can I join," he said making his father laugh at the reaction.

"As happy as I am to hear you volunteer I'm going to have to decline your desire. It isn't safe and will put you in harms way."

"But you do it, wait, is that why you had bullet wounds? Does mother know?! Is the organization how you met mother?!? When I join will there be pretty girls too?!?!?," Quigley said imagining all the possibilities that can or had happen that can explain his parents strange habits.

"What's with you and pretty girls your only nine. Did you meet a girl recently?" Matthew said intrigued at the thought of his son in love and couldn't wait to tell his wife the news.

"I- I won't say," Quigley said with a touch of embarrassment from the thought of what his father would say if he told him of a girl he has only ever dreamed of and in fact, it has become quite often.

His daydreams about her when he eats accidentally looking to close to a fork or just before he goes to sleep looking at the window and squinting his eyes just enough to see the mortmain mountains can almost feel a sense of happiness during a time of great despair.

"Very well then I'll just tell your mother when she comes home and then you'll be bothered until you talk," Matthew said only to see his sons face change.

"You wouldn't..."

"I would..."

"QUIGLEY QUAGMIRE," he heard his mother said from a front door entrance which was followed by a 'I told you so' from his sister.

"Well time to hide."
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"I see so that's what happened," Beatrice Baudelaire said as she takes in the situation and the danger that her daughter could have been in if Ms.Caliban had not been where she was.

"I do find it strange the fact that you happened to be here and as well know my daughter," Bertrand Baudelaire said as he sit down in the chair right next to his wife.

"Well that's because-"

"That's because we met at the park and began talking and found out about her being a nanny for hire," Violet interruption given Olivia the chance to find a way they could talk again without bringing in to much suspicion.

"Yes, I had just finished a job and on my way home when I managed to get myself into this situation," Olivia said catching on to what the young Baudelaire had in plan.

"And Ms. Caliban, how long have you been in this job for," Beatrice asked not fully believing what had been said so far.

Then Olivia put down the tea glass she has been using with clink like a bell.

"I've been a nanny for some time now but before, I'm sure you've heard of Prufrock Preparatory School, worked there as a librarian so I became well knowledgeable in books but now volunteer in the public library during my free time."

The answer given had left the Baudelaire parents surprised and knew she was there in reasons of VFD being the fact that she knew the code.

The code begin that after hearing a bell, every eleventh word would give a word to a code.
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"Cartography will get you nowhere." Angela Quagmire said as she continues to hit the chandelier.

"But at least I will know where nowhere is," Quigley said back as he holds on tightly to the chandelier which he was sure to break at any moment.

"That won't make you money, not in this economy."

"If I may help in this situation at hand. Quigley has fallen in love with a girl," Matthew yelled from the dining room in which his two other children were greedily eating grilled mozzarella sandwiches along with cucumber salads.

Angela stopped,"His in what now."

"His in love." Isadora said.

"Who is apparently very lovely," Duncan said swallowing down  hecucumbers.

"Very lovely indeed," Quigley said just before getting whacked once more which lead him to fall down to the floor.

"That's wonderful," Angela squealed, "What's her name, have we met her, how long have you two known each, were did you two meet, I'm so proud of you," she said hugging the life out of him as he struggles to breath.

"Unless you've fallen in love too," she said looking at Duncan.

"Nope. I'm just a normal nine year old boy."

"Oh, well, that's fine to. My baby boy is in love!"

That is, being the fact that Quigley Quagmires destined to be love is someone he has yet to meet.