I Told You So:
The Story of Kit Snicket and Count Olaf
Disclaimer: I'm not Lemony Snicket. Obviously. Because if I were I'd totally be writing FanFiction of my own work.
The tall, dark, boy watched the neophytes enter the dining hall and pass under the arch into the library. He smirked to himself. So young, they were, so clueless. There naïveté showed in their faces.
Except, he thought, that one girl. That blonde girl, the short one. Her face was hardened, her eyes not quite so wide. She'd seen more than enough of the world, he thought, just as he had.
He pushed his plate aside and followed her winding path through the bookshelves. She stopped, and looked at him.
"Hey," he said.
She appraised him for a minute.