"Mr. Bruntley, Mr. O'Connor, dinnertime."
Victor ran down the stairs and took his seat before Abe could. Enoch awkwardly stepped in the house, not knowing where he should sit. Luckily, Fiona patted the seat next to her. Enoch sat with her and Hugh, and waited to see what was for dinner.
These people sure knew how to set dinner on the table. There was a giant carrot cake, with sweet smelling white icing, a rosy ham with steam coming off of it in savoury wafts. Enoch had to physically restrain himself from drooling. Fiona chuckled softly and whispered to Hugh. The Abe guy was inspecting his nails as if everyone here wasn't worth his time. The victor boy was staring at his plate. The new ymbryne was cutting the cake. There were many other children that he was quite unfamiliar to. A well dressed boy looked at him disdainfully.
"Mr. O'Conner, would you like to properly introduce yourself? The other children have been jittery all day." The new ymbrybe said. Enoch felt bad for forgetting her name, but knew he would probably catch it again later.
"Um, sure. I'm Enoch O'Conner."
The children waited for him to elaborate, but when he did not, they asked him questions. This time, however, they kept them one at a time.
"What was your last loop?"
"Um, miss goldfinch."
"Why'd you leave?"
"Bad stuff."
"Do you always dress like that?"
"...yes?"
Miss peregrine silenced their questions and they all chattily went about dinner. Enoch felt like he was intruding on their family time. He'd have to get used to it.
After dinner ended, they watched the reset, which was pretty cool, but the one back home in London was better. Enoch trudged up the stairs and went into his and victors room. Victor was bouncing a ball on the ceiling to keep himself occupied. Enoch then looked around and remembered that his bed wasn't here yet. He sighed and sat criss cross on the floor.
Victors POV
I looked at the new kid. He seemed miserable. I felt bad that I hadn't done a very good job of making him feel welcome. Because of this, I decided there was only one thing to do.
"If we're going to room together, we can't be total strangers."
He looked at me.
"What is there to know? I answered questions at dinner." He said curtly.
I rolled my eyes." I want to know you, not your peculiarity. Tell me your favorite and least favorite colours."
He stared." I'm partial to dark browns and blues, but I despise green. And you?" He asked.
"I don't like white because its just too plain, but I do like soft greys. Next question. Favorite food?"
This went on for quite awhile, until we were both tired. Enoch laid his head on his bag, and tried to sleep. I felt bad. I had a warm comfortable bed, but I couldn't be bothered to share it. Deciding that I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't share, I picked him up, and stuffed him in my bed. He looked immensely confused, but I latched onto him and he felt he wouldn't have been able to escape if he wanted. Eventually we fell asleep and somehow didn't fall off of the bed.
A/N
This was not romantic. Just cuddling.
