A Series of Unfortunate Events One Shots

Those First Eleven Days Final Part

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~Olivia's POV

I've looked everywhere for that book and I still haven't found it! I should be ashamed to call myself a librarian! Those wonderful children were so patient though. They had said it was important; I've never even heard of this book. The Baudelaires and the Quagmires were the only students here that went to the library for fun. It was just after the last class let out today and I had noticed that Klaus and Isadora were here to read. I was putting away some books as I overheard their soft conversation.

"Hey, Izzie, is that a book about Lord Byron?"

"Yeah it is; he's my favorite poet. Why do you ask?"

"I was just curious; he's not my favorite, but I've always admired him."

Isadora began gushing about her interests to her friend. I glanced at them and couldn't help smirking at the way they looked at each other as they talked. I've seen that look before. Ah, young love, how cute!

"So who's your least favorite poet," Klaus asked.

Isadora groaned, "Edgar Guest."

"You hate him too?"

Isadora perked up, "Yes, his work is so tedious."

"And his topics are overly sentimental."

"Wow, finally someone agrees."

"Yeah, my mother used to threaten to read his poetry to me whenever I misbehaved," Klaus said.

"Ouch, that's a pretty terrible punishment. She must have been really strict."

Klaus shrugged, "Not usually. She just did it to get us to behave. Thankfully, I never got in trouble for staying up late reading with a flashlight under my pillow."

Isadora giggled, "I did that a few times too. But since Duncan and Quigley shared a room with me I'd still get caught."

Klaus chuckled, "Did they tell on you or something?"

"Yes, well Quigley would. So who's your favorite poet then?"

"You."

Isadora's eyes widened at him and she breathed out a quiet, "What...?"

I then heard the sound of scuffling, and Klaus had bolted out of the library, leaving behind the book he had been reading. Isadora stood and put away her book before grabbing her school bag. I walked over to her.

"He's certainly charming, isn't he," I joked.

"I swear I heard him say I'm his favorite poet," The young girl smiled, "I must have misheard him."

"I don't think you did. You'll forgive me for my unintentional eavesdropping, but I heard him clear as day."

"I'm his favorite poet..." She said quietly, her cheeks went red.

I chuckled, and went back to my work as she turned to leave the library. Those two are adorable together. They seem so perfect for each other; maybe they'll get married someday.

~Duncan's POV

"I hate reviewing Mr. Remora's stories," I groaned from my spot on the hay bale beside Violet, "They're so dull."

"I don't know how you got down all this stuff from his last ones I'm pretty sure we were passing notes for most of class today," Violet replied.

"I'm good at multitasking. Besides as a journalist, you get really good at taking notes."