The hall before them was dark and empty, none of the students or lights to be seen as they were marched forward. Sunny's hand was so small compared to his, but he did notice that it had gotten bigger since the fire. Violet was on the other side of their younger sister, supporting her so that she could toddle with them. "This is one of the most prestigious schools that we could find that would take Orphans like you," Mr. Poe said, his hands folded around his napkin as he walked with the Baudelaires.

A bubble of anger flooded into the middle child. He glared up at the banker, though you wouldn't have been able to see the look due to how dark it was. "They told me that you should find your uniforms in the dorm where you'll be staying. Just go and meet the Principal first." Mr. Poe gave them a tight smile before he turned and walked back down the dark hallway, coughing into his handkerchief.

Violet looked over at her brother, her dark hair spilled over her shoulder and into her eyes. "Do you think we'll be safe here?" she asked, her voice weak and quiet with fear.

"I highly doubt it," Klaus muttered, much to both of his sister's distaste.

"I think we might be okay for a little while," Violet said, trying to be optimistic. "Should we go meet the principal?"

"There's nothing else we could do," the teen said curtly. Violet brushed her hair out of her face before reaching down and scooping up the young toddler.

"Klaus is being kind of a grump, isn't he?" she whispered to the youngest of the siblings. Sunny only babbled something only she knew, laughing at her own antics. Violet hummed happily as she bounced the toddler on her hip. Klaus chose to ignore what his sister was saying as they walked to the brightly lit office space.

Violet knocked on the door three times before it swung open, stopping the rest of the knock. She and Klaus both took shocked steps back, expecting to see something horrible and awful like they had the rest of the times that a door had been opened. "Are you the Baudelaires?" a voice that sounded like sugar slowly being melted into honey asked. Before them was a young man with tanned skin, giving them the impression that he spent a lot of time outside. His hair was dark and curly, falling out into his eyes from where it was tucked into his fedora. He had smile lines around his warm, brown eyes.

Violet looked at her brother warily, "Yes," she answered, her lips pursed together.

"Great!" he said, opening the door further and ushering them in. The room was well lit by a small, simple light hanging down from the ceiling just over the desk. The aforementioned table was covered in papers and a random assortment of office supplies. There were a couple of plush chairs scattered around the room, four in front of the table and one behind. Klaus noted that a violin sat on the floor underneath one of the large open windows. "I know that the halls of this school seem a little foreboding, but you should be able to find comfort in the rooms here at Prufrock."

"We don't really know what we're going to be doing here, we were homeschooled before we lost our parents," Violet spoke quietly to the man, still unsure of whether or not they should trust him.

"I have a pair of triplets that are in the same situation as you, so they may be able to help you," the principal said, smiling at them warmly.

"A pair of triplets? As in six people?" Klaus asked, cocking his head to the side.

"No," the older man said as if realizing what he had just said. "Two triplets, their brother passed away, but they were born three not two so they're still triplets."

"Oh," Klaus said, nodding as he took in the information.

"Speaking of the Quagmires, do you think that you are up for a tour around the school or do you want to just go back to the dorms?" the principal asked.

"I think we would be okay with a tour. It would be nice to stretch our legs, after all, we were in the car for several hours," Violet answered, finally letting her guard down a little.

"Great! Does that go for all of you?" he asked, looking pointedly at Sunny who was slowly falling asleep on Violet's shoulder.

"Sunny might have to go to bed, but I think Klaus and I should be up for it," Violet said, smiling down at her younger sister.

"Give the young man a moment to speak for himself," the man chided.

Klaus smiled to himself as his sister got told off for speaking for the both of them, after all, he was fourteen, he was plenty old enough to speak for himself. "I would like to see the school," Klaus nodded, agreeing with his sister despite the fact that she had spoken for the both of them beforehand.

"I'll call down the tour guides then," the principal said with another pleasantly warm smile. He reached down to the phone, dialing a number quickly as he held the receiver up to his ear. "Olivia? Please send down Isadora and Duncan. Thank you so much."

"Sir," Klaus said as soon as the man hung up the phone. "Forgive if I'm being rude, but you haven't told us your name."

"Oh! I haven't, have I?" he laughed, the smile returning to his face. "I'm Mr. Beachwood. Do you have any more questions about the school?"

"Is there a place for our little sister to go?" Violet cut in before Klaus had a chance to speak.

"We do indeed. There's a daycare that can also be called a Kindergarten for kids her age. They'll teach her how to speak and walk and all sorts of other things. This school was so run down when the previous principal ran it, but now that I took over thing are so much better," he mused to himself. The door to the office swung open and two siblings around the age of fifteen stood next to each other. They were both wearing jeans and button up shirts, seemingly their lounging clothes due to the late hour of the night.

"You wanted to see us, Mr. Beachwood?" the one on the left, who happened to be female asked.

"Yes! I asked you if you would show around the new students earlier this week, didn't I? Well, these are them," Mr. Beachwood said pleasantly, gesturing to the Baudelaires. "Violet, Klaus, this is Isadora and Duncan Quagmire," he said, gesturing to the girl and then the boy in turn as he said their names.

"Nice to meet you," Violet said as she stood from her chair. Her eyes were locked on the girl- Isadora while Klaus stood and walked with his sister over to where the boy- Duncan was standing.

"Nice to meet you," Duncan said with a small blush on his pale complexion, sticking his hand out for Klaus to take. The younger male did so gratefully. His eyes were transfixed on the appearance of the other male. His dark brown hair was neatly groomed back, which showed that he at least somewhat cared about his appearance.

"And you," Isadora said, taking Violet's unoccupied hand. "Do you want to stop by the girl's dorms to drop off the sleeping one?"

"That would be lovely," she smiled.

"You can show her around, Isa," Duncan said, giving his sister a pointed look. "I'll show him around. That way you can drop off the baby and show her the girls dorms."

"Alright," the younger girl nodded, turning to Violet for a moment, "Would you be alright with that?"

"Yes, that would be lovely," the oldest girl smiled as she began to walk off with Isadora. Duncan looked down at Klaus and smiled awkwardly before they too walked out of the office and down the dimly lit hallways.