chapter 6

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I woke up only to realize that I had fallen asleep on the floor. I felt terrible and I knew it partly had to do with my shouting at Enoch. Although we never really got along, I had never yelled at him like that. I always tried to be polite, in hopes that he'd realize that I wanted to be friends.

I quickly got up and ran a hand through my hair, gathering up a pair of jeans, a blouse, and some underwear, I quickly darted across the hall to where I recalled the bathroom was, hoping that it would be empty. It was.

I took a long, hot shower and decided that I would go to Enoch's room to apologize after. I turned off the water and grabbed a spare towel from under the sink, knowing that Miss Peregrine must have left it there. I quickly changed into my clean clothes and brushed my teeth before heading out of the bathroom.

After leaving my dirty clothes in the hamper in my room, I put up my towel to dry and made my way next door. Nothing had changed. The stacks of jars against the walls. The bookshelves used to hold even more jars and the table filled with tools and dolls. Across the table was another bookshelf, in the middle of the room, with a door behind it. Enoch's room I presume. Not even he would sleep in the same place as the jars that were filled with formaldehyde and all sorts of animal parts (mainly hearts).

"Enoch? Are you here?" I called out tentatively. I was met with no response. He must be downstairs getting some more,,,supplies. At least that's what I thought.

"Nini? What are you doing here?" I spun around, meeting Enoch's eyes. He looked tired, with dark rings around his eyes. He hadn't even tried to make himself presentable, his hair in his unruly curls instead of his usual, semi-tamed slicked back style. He looked surprised to see me in his room. A piece of french toast was hanging from his mouth disproving my theory that he was looking for some type of animal intestine to use for his dolls. Apparently breakfast had just ended.

"I uh, well uh, I wanted to- well actually-," I stumbled with my words, not sure what to say.

"Spit it out Luna," now Enoch just sounded irritated, "and please step away from my jars."

I awkwardly stepped forwards, away from the bookshelf, and ended up face-to-face with Enoch, who was staring at me.

"Again, why are you in room?" His Scottish accent rang in my ears, reminding me that I still had to answer his question. I looked down and took a deep breath trying to get my thoughts together.

Big mistake.

The smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, making me lose my train of thought all over again. All these years and he had never changed it. I quickly backed away from him and I would've crashed into his bookshelf if he had not grabbed my wrist and pulled my back forwards. I gasped as I placed a hand out to steady myself. It landed on his chest, making us look as though we were in a very compromising position.

"Still clumsy as ever," I heard Enoch mutter. I looked up only to see smirking down at me. I cleared my throat and took a step back, effectively separating myself from the tall dead-riser.

"I uh, well I came in here to apologize about my behavior last night. In the kitchen. I shouldn't have shouted. I shouldn't have gone off on you and I'm...sorry," I looked down as I said this. I was met with nothing but silence. I cautiously looked to be met with the sight of a smiling Enoch. Not smirking. But actually smiling. When he noticed I was looking, he quickly let it drop.

"Well uh, apology accepted. But you were right. The Bird did ask me to lay off for a bit so uh, I guess I'll try to do that."

"Thank you Enoch," I smiled a bit, "I appreciate your effort." I began moving to the door. As I reached for the doorknob I stopped.

"Y'know Enoch. I hope your opinion of me does change. I don't know why you hate me but I hope that now that time has passed, you'll realize that it was quite childish of you to form such an opinion of me at such a young age."

And with those words, I quickly stepped out of his room.

As I went down the stairs, I bumped into Olive. She gave me a small smile as she stopped me.

"Nidria, I heard your little argument with Enoch. I honestly thought he was going to change once you came back."

I looked her in the eyes, carefully thinking of a response.

"Y'know Olive. I always wanted Enoch to like me, but I know that he just wants me gone. I really do wish I had stayed in London. Or that The Bird had never brought me here in the first place."

Olive's eyes widened. She took a few steps towards me, clearly thinking of what to respond.

"He does like you Nini...he just hasn't realized it yet. Not even he would wish for you be gone. You'll see, he'll come around."

I simply scoffed at her answer and walked away.


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