ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ (Enoch O'Connor x Reader)

Chapter Seven

The trey trembled as I guided it to Miss Peregrine. I personally (and quite obviously) have never met the woman before. But bird did she seem intimidating.

Miss Sparrow would always talk oh so very highly of her. She would tell stories of when they were younger and only training to be ymbrynes. She made it sound like they were attached at the hip, practically sisters. So it only seemed natural to be scared.

Light was pouring out through a tiny crack in the door. I knocked with my right knuckles, my other hand occupied trying my best to keep the platter in the air. "Miss Peregrine, I have your breakfast if you're hungry," I shouted through the door. "Oh yes, please come in," she replied from the other side.

With my hand I gently shoved the entryway open. I walked over and lightly placed her food on her comforter. I've never been in this part of the house. All it really was, or what I thought it was, a bunch of storage for boxes and knick knacks. But apparently there was more. The room she lay in was plain but homely. Floral wallpaper consisting of lilacs and lavenders ran down the walls to abruptly stop three quarters of the way, wooden planks completing its path.  An armoire and white vanity stood on either side of the room facing each other. To her right was a sage reading light perched upon an antique side table.

I turned around ready to walk out of the room before she spoke out. "Come, sit for a spell." She patted a spot on the bed beside her. I gave her a friendly grin and sat down. "I wanted to tell you that what you did with those two hollows was all the most impressive. Though I merely watched through a small hole in a pocket. I won't hold you down just to praise you about that, I wanted to talk." I tensed up a bit after she said that. She noticed quite quickly. "Oh no no dear, not like that. I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable at all, Miss (L/N) is it?" "Yes it is," I replied. "I have seen you before and even without your peculiarity you're an interesting girl. Miss Sparrow and the rest of your friends are very lucky to have you."

I relaxed a bit. She ended up not being as intimidating as I thought she would be. "Thank you Miss Peregrine. You've just made my day," I said. I must have been grinning like a maniac. "How 'bout you make your way back to your friends. When you're free I would like you to come back and talk with me." She said. "I would love nothing more." I stood up from my spot and walked over to the door. Before leaving I turned over to look back at her. "Bye Miss Peregrine, I hope you get well soon." With care, I gently shut the door.

"Getting to know Miss Peregrine?" A voice from behind me said. I jump, surprised and slightly scared. "Oh my lord what are you doing here," I said holding my heart. "Well we wanted to see how Miss P was doing but she had company. So we decided to wait, out of respect," Emma responded. She and Olive stood side by side. "You know, you and your friends seem to have a weird habit of sneaking up on people. You guys always like this?" I said sarcastically. Both of them looked at me. Most likely waiting for me to expand on the subject. "Nevermind," I muttered.

An uncomfortable silence rose into the air. "How about the three of us go for a walk!" Olive suggested. "Not a bad idea actually. I could maybe show you guys around the house a bit, I mean you'll most likely be here for a while." I said. "Then it's settled. (Y/N),take us for a tour!" Emma replied. And with that I started leading them out of that depressing hallway.

Though they have been there many times, I decided to start with the front foyer. I lead the two up the staircase. The entire place was humongous. So I only quickly grazed through the endless hallways instead of going into full detail of every single room. Trying my best not to make the tour too boring.

"I'm not too educated in the matter but I can assume that if you guys are here for a while Miss Sparrow might just clear out all of these extra rooms we have. They're all stacked with boxes full of junk so it only seems fair to empty them out for you." I said while walking down a hallway no one ever goes through. "Really?" Emma asked, a little surprised. "Ya why not. Brutal if you thought we were going to make all of you share rooms for who knows how long."

My head popped through a random door. I wasn't too sure what was in it so I thought I should check. "What's in here?" Olive asked me. "I'm honestly not sure," I said trailing off a bit. I walked in immediately greeted with clouds of dust circling around the three of us. "I wonder if there's a light anywhere here," I mumbled thinking out loud. Olive took off her slick black glove and a flame danced in the palm of her hand. "Is that better (Y/N)?" She inquired. "Amazing Olive, really!" I said with excitement.

Unlike the other rooms we've viewed before, this one was clean and organized. A plain looking bed with a grey metal frame sat in the far left corner. On top lay a pinkish cream floral bedspread. A trunk strategically placed at the foot. Across from the foot of the bed was a built in closet sticking out from the wall, quite unusual considering none of the other rooms were built that way. In the corner across from the bed sat an ordinary turntable perched upon a crate containing vinyls of all colours.

"Neat," I heard Emma say from behind me. The floor had no rug, our shoes clunking on the ground while circling the place. Olive made her way to the closet. Swinging open the two doors she discovered clothes and fabrics dangling on wooden hangers. Shoes neatly stood in a row underneath it all.

Emma made her way to the trunk and myself to the vinyls. I flipped through a few records, quickly recognizing the names of each. The Beach Boys, Nancy Sinatra, The Supremes. All artists everyone knew.

"Hey guys," Emma spoke. "Look at these photographs I found." I made my way over to her. Delicately placed in her hands were black and white snapshots I've never seen before. Only a few had colour. One consisted of a little girl saddled on an unbelievably large rabbit, a cowboy hat snug on her head. Another was a snapshot of our dear Miss Sparrow, posing with what looked like a man who was just dug up from six-feet under.

The more we flipped through the more unsettling the pictures became. A girl with a pointy witch-like hat standing fairly far from an explosion. A man with a mask? -I was not quite sure if it was makeup or not- held another skin crawling mask away from his face. All while sitting in the smallest row boat. None of us spoke any words, too shocked to say anything.

Slowly we huddled closer together, the photographs reeling us into some sort of trance.

"Oi, it's about time you three came to lunch, the rest of us are starving to death," someone said from behind us. In unison the three of us jumped as if we were watching some sort of horror film. "For the love of god you guys need to stop sneaking up on people. What is your fascination with that," I said breathlessly, turning around to look at Enoch leaning on the door frame. "We've been waiting, for let's see," he looked at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Too long, now get up." Eyes locking with mine, he turned and made his way out of the room.

Going after him, the two girls trailing behind me, I couldn't help but wonder what was up with that room.