"Oh, you remember me!" Crowed Olaf with relish, his eyes gleaming in delight, "I thought you would have pushed me out of your mind after I killed your friends and siblings."
I turned to him. "No, Olaf, I can't," I said seething, "your ugly face keeps haunting my mind."
Olaf appeared taken aback. "Oooh, Smart-aleck Violet has funny things to say," he shot back, "I wouldn't insult me if I were you, Violetty poo,"
"Well, your not me," I said, sounding braver than I actually felt, "where's Beatrice?"
"She got bored and wandered off," he said with delight, "you'd better watch out for her or she might wander into a burning building."
I glared at Olaf and wondered if he was joking, but by the gleam in his eye, I could tell that he was serious: He was going to push Beatrice into a burning building.
I tried to run and find her, but I was too late, all that was left of the burning building was a small spyglass.
A/N: Don't kill me cuz it's short.