We, Against, Us

Moment we met

A/N: The this and the previous chapter is inspired by the music "Go to her" which is a soundtrack form MPHFPC. Should be better to read it with the music. : )

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Miss P took Olive through the loop and travelled to September 3, 1943. It's not raining there and the night is so peaceful that it hurt Olive in silence.

"Children! You'd be glad to see a new paculiar!"

Miss P and Olive entered a majestic and classic house, just to see everyone was settled for dinner. Miss P's words successfully caught everyone's attention.

"Look at that!! A new girl!! What's your peculiarity??"

None of the children was speaking while the voice full of excitement ,which obviously was from a young boy, came out from nowhere.

"Millard! It's a proper manner to put your clothes on."

Miss P scowled with disapproval, clearly not wanting the invisible boy to leave a bad image of the house to the new comer.

Olive seemed not to hear a thing and kept her head low but everyone in the room could notice her reddened eyes. No one was about to talk until a deep voice spoke out.

"Coming here is obviously not at her will, Miss P."

Olive raised her head in quick response as she could see a boy with dark brown curly hair said in an unpleasant tone while staring at her. The boy sent her an emotionless glare which dragged her to hell in a second. Guiltiness flooded over her head like strong waves as she immediately lowered her head, as if proving the boy's opinion. It became deadly quite in the dining room.

"Please begin our dinner, shall we?"

Miss P cleared her throat and said with plain anger. The children didn't talk much but all of them peeped at the new comer sneakily during the dinner.

"There is no movie time today I'm afraid."

The ymbryne announced after their unusually quiet dinner. She turned to look at the boy who just stated his view on Olive.

"Enoch, would you please bring Miss Elephanta to the room just next to yours?"

The bird glared at Enoch with dignity, enforcing him to do as she said. There was a moment of silence until the same dark blown haired boy stood up.

"Come on."

Still it was an emotionless voice. Olive stood up and followed him quietly. She lowered her gaze to the floor, just like a doll without any sign of life. Neither of them talked while walking.

"What's the problem with you, staring only at the floor?"

The boy asked coldly facing her, which scared Olive a bit. She looked up at the boy but the image of the boy became hazy as her eyes became watery. Obviously, a crying girl wasn't in his expectation and the boy was no good at encountering this situation in fact. He flowned with annoyance as he glared at Olive quietly.

Enoch let out a snort of impatience and his hand reached to Olive's wrist and tugged her to her room in fast pace. Olive was surprised a bit but she let him as if she was powerless to resist him.

Her room was simple and neat with a bed, a wardrobe and a dresser. She sat on her bed ,clasping and squeezing her hands on her lap. Enoch could feel the strange atmosphere around her. He stood there with his hands folded across his chest. As time passed by, he watched her carefully, awared that she would do anything ridiculous.

Girls are JUST troublesome.

He thought as he heard her angelic voice speaking.

"I'm sorry..."