Screaming filled the house. A hand emerged from a grey thin duvet frantically searching for the clock on the bedside table. Dark sunken eyes read 1 o'clock shown only by the moonlight rays escaping through the curtains.
"Bloody Horace! Gonna wake the god damn dead." Enoch growled as he buried his head underneath his pillow.
As on cue a stampede of concerned footsteps filled the hall rushing to comfort their friend. The commotion caused some of the mason jars on the shelves to rattle releasing dust filling the room.Sighing. Knowing he would not hear the end of this from the bird if he did not show face, Enoch got up. Still in his bed attire consisting of dark flannel stripped bottoms and a lose white t-shirt, his dark hair disheveled and bare foot opened the door and reluctantly made his way to Horace's bedroom while muttering 'If this was not important he would surly give him something to scream about'.
Being one of the tallest at 5'11 had it's perks, Enoch peered into Horace's room to find him being cradled by the bird looking somewhat panic stricken. Olive and Claire were being comforted by Bronwyn kneeling down and holding them as she wiped a tear from Claire's face whilst reassuring them Horace is ok and was just scared by his dream. Hugh and Fiona silent as always standing pressed close together shared a concerned look as Hugh's bee's dozily hovered around him clearly tired as well. Noting that the doorway had become slightly crowded Enoch nudged Millard forward, only noticing him due to his dressing gown, unfortunately one of Millard's slippers fell off obviously due to him rushing to attend to his friend. This caused Millard to fall and knock Emma who was in-front of the children she spun around and gave Enoch a fiery glare as her hands slowly started steaming from annoyance.
"Enoch!" Taking a deep breath lowering her tone "Will you for once care about someone else and not be so self centred?" Calming herself Emma helped Millard to his feet.
"I didn't see him" shrugging his shoulders 'Why he's even bothered to put clothes on is beyond me, the nosey bugger is always stark naked sneaking around.' Enoch thought as he rolled his eyes.
Miss Peregrine clearly had enough of her young wards antic behaviour as she finished whispering soothing words into Horace's ear, she turned her gaze towards the entrance to the room "That is quite enough children, you are to all go to bed at once, the hour is late and poor Horace needs his rest."
As the children apologised to Miss Peregrine, they wished Horace a good night. Enoch crossed his arms, gazed darkened as he realised they might not even find out what the dream was about that woke them. Heads hung towards the floor, the older children silently gossiping about what Horace's dream was about. Bronwyn picked both little ones up with ease both Olive and Claire rested their heads on her shoulders.
"Good night Enoch" Olive and Claire said as they rubbed their tiered eyes.
Enoch respond by nodding his head. Watching the girls walk down the corridor, fed up Enoch pushed himself from the frame only to be stopped by Miss Peregrines hand on his shoulder.
"I'm not apologising, I only nudged him not my fault the boy-" Cut off his attitude and stance quickly changed from annoyed to concerned lifting his gaze to meet his guardian.
"I must talk to you Mr O'Connor…privately" Her eyes deadly serious the panic that filled them before had slightly subsided.
That was a few months before Jacob entered our loop and made a cock-up of my life leaving me question everything I knew, pushing me to my limit.