It was just an ordinary day in Miss Peregrine's loop. Still September 3, 1940. The bombs still rained down each night. The day still reset regularly.
Olive, Clair, Bronwyn, and Millard were playing tag. Hugh and Fiona were in the garden. Emma and Jacob were talking in the sitting room. Horace and Enoch were no where to be seen.
Horace was finally getting a nap after staying up the whole night, scared of his dreams.
Enoch was in his little basement with jars of animal hearts and clay.
Enoch was checking his hearts to make sure they were still "fresh" when a yell was heard from upstairs. Horace. Enoch let out a sigh of annoyance.
"Miss Peregrine! Horace is yelling again!"
"Yes, Mr. O'Connor. I'm not deaf. I can hear him" said Miss Peregrine. "Polite persons don't yell out other people's business either."
"Sorry" Enoch said, not feeling very sorry.
Enoch heard Miss Peregrine head up the stairs.
"Not my business?" Enoch muttered. "Of course it is my business!... I mean, uh. How can I work with yelling going on every five minutes?"
At the top of the basement stairs, Emma and Jacob rolled their eyes. Deep down, they knew Enoch still cared for everybody in the loop. Especially Horace.
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MPHFPC stuff
FanfictionI don't know. Just some stuff about the Peculiar kids. (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children) One-shots. The fanfics are based on the book, not movie. Although I do have some chapters dedicated to the movie trailer. Contains spoilers from L...
