A/N: So as I've mentioned, my sister is writing this with me, so if for any reason you want to know who's idea some specific part was I will tell you in the next author's note of the next chapter. And to clear things up right now, the original story idea was my sister's. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2 - The "Civilized" Conversation [Peregrine POV]

Olive floated outside the front door of Jacob's house to greet Millard, Jacob and Enoch, who were all laughing uncontrollably.

After his fit of giggles subsides, Enoch shouted, "We got the gelato!" He held the melone gelato container up triumphantly.

They all walked inside, grinning from ear to ear.

Bronwyn, who had heard Enoch's shout, came stumbling down the hallway to the front door, little Claire bouncing giddily behind her. Emma followed, approaching the group and taking a good long look at Millard, Jacob and Enoch, who gulped. They knew that look.

Emma switched her attention to Olive and Claire. "That gelato won't do us any good melted, now, will it? Quickly, get it into the freezer!"

Enoch handed the gelato off to Olive and Claire when they reached for it. They bounded off to the kitchen after they stopped to each grab one of Bronwyn's hands to drag her with them. She of course obliged them.

As soon as the trio rounded the corner, Emma put her hands on her hips. "Millard, where are your clothes?"

Millard stumbled through his answer. "I, uh, maybe had to, um, takethemofftogetawayfromthesecrazypeoplethatwerechasingus?" He sped through the last part of his response.

Emma didn't understand anything of what he just said. Rolling her eyes, she told him to get some clothes on.

Miss Peregrine, who no one had noticed was looming behind them, cleared her throat and said, "Enoch! Jacob! You both will go change as well. I will not take either of you out looking like that."

Or that's what she tried to say. She was rudely interrupted by a loud banging on the door.

After a minute, the door, who clearly had had enough of this abuse, swung open, revealing three people, the first of which was a fuming male. The other two, a male and a female, stood behind him, stifling laughter.

Both Miss Peregrine and Emma were horrified by these people's lack of manners. But Enoch, unimpressed, stepped forward and drawled, "Aww, did I hurt your precious feelings?" He said this while jutting his lip out in a mock pout.

He reached into one of the many pockets of his overalls, pulling out a few Homunculi that were apparently stashed there. He also grabbed a small jar of hearts from another of his many pockets, shoved the hearts into the Homunculi, and brought them to life.

He pointed to the three intruders, shouting, "ATTACK!" The Homunculi pounced and immediately began kicking, punching and even biting them.

Just then, Hugh and Fiona, having heard the intruders screams and squeals, approached the front door where they saw half of the house's occupants gathered.

Hugh, seeing that Enoch's Homunculi were attacking three people outside the door, started pounding on his chest. He then belched, releasing a swarm of bees.

Horace, also noticing the very loud commotion, came down the stairs to the front door with a pair of freshly ironed pants on, but still wearing a silk pajama shirt. He instead carried his suit top draped over his arm. Bronwyn, Claire and Olive also found their way to the front door.

Claire, seeing Enoch's Homunculi and Hugh's bees attacking three strangers, started wailing from both mouths in Bronwyn's arms. Bronwyn desperately started humming Run Rabbit Run to try and calm her down.

Miss Peregrine heard her ward in distress and finally snapped out of her shock. "Enoch! Hugh! What on peculiardom are you doing to these poor people! Call your Homunculi and your bees off, the both of you!"

"Why should I? They chased us here all the way from the gelato shop!" Enoch snarked back.

Miss Peregrine gave him a stern look, causing both Enoch and Hugh to shout "HALT!" to the Homunculi, which sauntered back to Enoch as if nothing had juts happened, and the bees, which flew back into Hugh's open mouth and down his throat.

"Thank you," the female stranger said in relief.

Miss Peregrine nodded at her. "Why don't you three come inside and we can settle this misunderstanding like civilized people?"

"Of course! Thank you, miss." The female stranger then turned to the two males and spoke to them in some other language. To Miss Peregrine's peculiar children it sounded a lot like babbling.

When the female turned back to Miss Peregrine, Miss Peregrine gestured for the three to follow her inside."I am Miss Peregrine, headmistress to these children." She introduced herself.

"I'm Sophie. They boy with brown hair is Fitz and the boy with the weird bangs is Tam. Excuse them for not speaking, they don't know English."

Miss Peregrine nodded.

"If he," Enoch pointed a finger at Fitz. "Can't speak English than how could he have said, 'HEY, we were here first?'" Enoch said the last part in a mocking tone.

Fitz knows some English. Not enough to have a conversation though. And Tam knows nothing." Sophie corrected.

Enoch stared at her for a beat. Then he shrugged his shoulders, saying, "Whatever,"

Miss Peregrine cleared her throat. "Mr. O'Connor, be quiet! Now, Enoch, Jacob and Millard, you stay here along with our guests, and the rest of you - out! Go enjoy yourselves in the backyard. Alright! Down to -"

She was interrupted by Jacob. "Miss Peregrine? Shoot, sorry. But... where is Millard?"

"That's a good ques-"

"I'm right here!" Miss Peregrine sighed at being interrupted again. "Sorry... Horace insisted on dressing me." Millard was wearing a classic 1940's suit.

Miss Peregrine sighed again. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Nullings. And that's quite alright."

Miss Peregrine herded her three wards and her three guests to the couch in the living room. "Now, explain to me what happened."

Jacob opened his mouth to speak but Sophie cut him off. "We came from the Los- I mean Disney, and were just trying to get gelato for our friends back at our hotel." She paused to point at Enoch. "He stole the gelato from us."

Miss Peregrine turned to Enoch, who just shrugged and said, "What? Little Claire requested that flavor specifically and they were about to take the last one!"

"Did they get there first?"

Enoch shouted "No!" at the same time that Sophie shouted "Yes!"

Looking exasperated, Miss Peregrine called for Emma. "Miss Bloom, dead, please fetch a cup of tea for everyone?" Emma disappeared into the kitchen, willing to do whatever the bird bids.

Miss Peregrine waved her hand for Sophie to start speaking, and Sophie took the opportunity to dive into every single detail of the afternoon.

Not allowing Sophie to rat him out so easily, Enoch started butting in after almost every one of Sophie's sentences to add his own details.

Miss Peregrine also took this as an opportunity to scold Enoch as much as possible.

Eventually the conversation led to an all-out argument between Enoch and Sophie. They were only interrupted by Emma, who had appeared with a tray of tea, sugars and biscuits.

Noticing the tension in the room, she scurried off as fast as possible, not bothering to pout the tea for even the bird.

Miss Peregrine, taking advantage of the now silent room, poured herself a cup and said to Enoch, "I'm more inclined to believe Miss Sophie than you, Mr. O'Connor."

"But she's a stranger!" Enoch protested.

"Oh hush, Mr. O'Connor! Miss Sophie has no reason to lie to me. However, you tend to lie your behind off to keep yourself out of trou-"

Miss Peregrine was once again interrupted. This time by a loud clap of thunder.

A chorus of screams erupted from outside, followed by the slamming open of the back door as a parade of peculiars pushed and shoved and struggled through the narrow door.

"Oh dear," Miss Peregrine muttered, rising from her seat to go fetch towels for her drenched wards.

"Enoooooch!" Claire whined. "This is all your fault!"

"What" Enoch was incredulous. "I can't control the rain, Claire."

High, fuming, approached Enoch with Fiona attached to his arm. "But if it weren't for you, we might have been able to picnic and been back by now. But we can't go anywhere now because of this bloody rain!"

"Yeah!" Olive chimed in.

This started up a whole rant from all the peculiars about how Enoch just had to go and ruin the day's plans.

"How is this my fault! It was this heathen," Enoch threw a napkin at Fitz, who glared at him in return, "who started this whole thing!"

"It is your fault, Mr. O'Connor." Miss Peregrine said, reappearing with a stack of towels in her arms for her wards.

Enoch angrily stood up and stomped his way to the broom closet he claimed as his room. He slammed the doors, shaking the walls in the process.

Sophie, who had been speaking to Tam in their language, turned to the group of peculiars, who were still by the backdoor running towels over their clothes and through their hair, to translate, "Tam thinks your treatment of Enoch is a bit... harsh."

Emma snorted. "He's just a nuisance, he deserves it."

Sophie looked like she didn't agree but didn't argue.

Instead, she looked at Miss Peregrine, "We really should be going. We've been here a long time."

"Don't be silly, Miss Sophie. It's raining cats and dogs outside! You and your friends must stay here and wait out the storm."

Sophie reluctantly agreed, though the was secretly glad she didn't have to o outside in that weather.

She turned to Fitz and Tam and told them both in their language that they were going to stay and wait out the storm. They both nodded their understanding.

Only Enoch, who nobody noticed had emerged from his broom closet, saw Fitz's triumphant smirk.

A/N: Poor Miss Peregrine! Can nobody let her speak without interrupting? Btw some characters are a little OOC, but for the most part we are trying to keep them as in character as this story allows. But if you have only read one of the series that is involved with this fanfic and have questions please leave your questions in a review or DM me. Your choice! Have a lovely day/night/sometime!