The Colour of Your Aura (Enoch O'Connor)

Chapter 5

We all filed into the living room, almost everyone was tingling with excitement for what they were about to see. Except me and Enoch, of course. Since that first night that I had arrived at the Children's home, and possibly before that for all I knew, Horace's dreams had fore saw that something was supposed to happen between Enoch and I. Every night the dream was slightly different but the setting and type of scene was the same. There was something about it that looked so familiar but I couldn't pin point it.

Hopefully Horace would keep his lewd dreams to himself for one night.

I sat on the sofa beside Enoch, who grunted once Claire hopped into his lap once more. Ever since he had animated their dolls for them a week ago, Claire and Bronwyn had been stuck to him liked glue. Bronwyn sat with me more often though.

Jake sat beside Emma on the opposite sofa and I grinned as a light blush came across his cheeks. I found it odd considering that she dated his grandfather and Jake now fancied her but I couldn't really talk. The youngest person there was still sixty or so years older than me.

Horace settled down on the floor opposite the wall where he projected his dreams. I fidgeted whilst he fitted his monocle into place. Bronwyn curled up into my side and the twins leant against my legs. I was essentially trapped in a cage of children.

The first image projected on the wall was the same as always; clothes. Clothes of every possible colour, made from every possible fabric. Horace tried on, and wanted them all. I giggled as he was trying on a topaz suit that time. He really liked his gem coloured suits. He had a fabulous tailor, I had to say.

The image flickered and changed to what must have been a nightmare. A woman I had never seen before was being rolled away on a chair like thing that she was strapped to. She was fighting against the bonds that held her and looking around her with wild eyes, her grey and black streaked hair tousled with the struggle.

"Who is she? Miss Peregrine do you know her?" Asked one of the children but Miss Peregrine remained silent, her face carefully arranged to look passive and uninterested.

Surrounding the woman were many people, all their eyes white. The iris stuck out more from the whites of the eye as it almost seemed to glow, and the pupil was a tiny pin prick set in the centre of the iris. The people made me shudder and they looked rather familiar for some reason.

The scene flickered and changed again and it was one that I was dreading. It was another one of Enoch and I. I got a proper view of the scene and I gasped. I knew where we were, well, where we would be.

It was my little cottage. And it was on fire.

I was crumbled on my knees in front of it, tears streaming down my blackened face. Blackened from the soot and the smoke from my child hood home. I drew in a breath and tried to remain calm but I could stop the tears that began to pour down my face.

I felt someone squeeze both of my hands. Each of my hands were clasped in a tiny little hand. Claire and Bronwyn smiled at me, Claire's free hand reaching up to wipe my tears. They were so sweet.

I looked back to the screen after thanking the girls and Enoch had made an appearance. He had run out of the house with something in his hand that I couldn't see. His face, too, was covered in soot.

He sat down beside me and hugged me. Then the dream changed.

I sighed in relief and watched the next dream unfold.

Emma's face appeared and I smirked at her. She had leant forward and was watching with interest. Then it changed to Jake. Another one of Horace's dreams predicting the get together of the two of them.