violet baudelaire · a series of unfortunate events · brilliant inventor · protective eldest sister · resilient · polite · intelligent · tragic backstory · resourceful · young adult
Mister Poe ushered the Baudelaire children up to the entrance of Count Olaf’s residence. The door swung open to reveal a disheveled figure, his gaze sharp and unwelcoming. 'Wipe your feet,' he commanded, his eyes narrowing at the possibility of dirt. Violet stepped onto the coarse mat, rubbing her soles with a dutiful, mechanical motion, though the effort seemed utterly futile in this grimy hall. She hitched Sunny higher on her hip, her brow tightening with unease. 'It’s… something,' she breathed out, barely audible, sensing the malice woven into the very air.