MPHFPC Imagines and Preferences *REQUESTS OPEN*

Hugh pt. 1

The boy I had led me to the house where he said I could meet Ms. Peregrine, who was the Ymbryne of this loop. As we approached the door, it suddenly opened and an older woman held open the door. She was dressed in all black and had a calming look to her. "Hello, Miss (Y/N)! We are very happy to know you are here! Won't you follow me so I can tell you about our little home?" She asked. I nodded and followed and she turned around and walked up the stairs. That's when I noticed the boy from earlier was standing behind her, looking at me curiously. I waved at him and smiled, only for him to dart back into the house.

Before he could get far, the headmistress shouted "Horace! Won't you gather the children so we can have a nice introduction to miss (Y/L/N) here?" The boy groaned. He didn't want to do it, but he obeyed and grudged off to gather the others. "I'm assuming you've met Hugh." She said, motioning toward the boy who led me over. He put a hand out for me to take, and I happily shook it.
"I'm Hugh, as miss P said. My peculiarity is the bees that live in my stomach." He said. He demonstrated by opening his mouth ever so slightly, and about 10 bees flew out. I froze in place, not wanting to alert them.
"Don't worry," he laughed. "They don't sting unless I tell them to." He sucked in, then all the bees retreated to his mouth. "Cool!" I said.

I was then introduced to Bronwyn, who was unbelievably strong! (She showed me by holding me over her head!) Claire, who has a nifty little mouth behind her golden locks. Olive, who was lighter than air, and has to wear special shoes just so that she doesn't float away. Emma, who can radiate heat and make fire with her hands. Millard, who was entirely invisible, and I thought they were introducing me to the cabinet at first! Enoch, who could transfer life through hearts he collected in jars (Blegh!) Fiona, who could control anything plant, and Horace. He was the other kid from earlier. He had dreams that can see the future, and potentially predict the future of others.

They were all very kind, and welcomed me warmly. "She can stay in my room!" Yelled Olive. "No, mine!" Exclaimed Claire. "I have already decided that she will share a room with Claire." Miss P said. Olive groaned and pushed Claire lightly, making Claire push back. This soon resulted in a full on push fight with Bronwyn holding Olive to calm her, and Millard calming Claire.

"Can you both just can it?" Enoch spat. As if no one heard him, the fight continued without anyone acknowledging any of Enoch's sour remarks. "Enough!" Miss P bellowed. The two were silent. "(Y/N) will be staying in Claire's room on the spare bed." Once they had pried the two away from each other, Claire led me up the stairs and into her room. Half of it was morally pink and dreamy, but the other half looked sad and abandoned. The bed was empty except for a couple of sheets that hung off the side of the mattress. There was a single pillow that was eaten away by moths and an unpleasant shade of yellow. I can work with this I sighed under my breath.

"It's not a super pretty bed, but, it's a bed!" Claire chimed. She left the room so I could adjust. So, I started to tidy my side of the room to pass some time. I grabbed a bin from the corner and began throwing junk from the cabinets and the floor into it. After the trash was picked up, I adjusted my bed to look more presentable. I straightened the sheets and fluffed the pillow. I stepped back, and saw that the room didn't look much better, but I still felt like I did a good job.

As I was about to go and ask Miss P for spare clothes, there was a knock at the door. "You decent?" A familiar voice rang. "Yeah." I replied. "Come on in." The door slowly opened an Hugh appeared in the doorway, holding a pile of sheets and blankets that were nearly covering his face. "Olive and I found some spare bedding for you to use. You know, instead of that." He said, motioning toward the bed I was using. Only after he mentioned her did I notice little Olive, who was hiding behind Hugh's legs. I smiled at her and she gave me a shy wave in return.  "Thanks, guys! You really didn't have to do this." I said. Hugh handed me the bedding, and I plopped it onto my bed.

Hugh and Olive (mostly Hugh) helped me set up the bedding and find some clothes to put into the dresser. After we had finished I sat down on my bed, Olive jumped up to sit next to me, and Hugh fell backwards, laying down (of course.) "Welp, if you ever need anything, don't be scared to ask!" He said while he rose from the bed. When he left the room, a sudden boredom came over me. Spending time with those two was keeping me entertained, and now I had to find something else to do.

So, like any human would do, I headed downstairs. Most of the kids were outside playing, but a few were still in. I took a seat on the sofa, the empty one of course, and looked at the people around me. Millard was on the love seat, reading. Enoch was on the couch in front of the fire, tearing at a hat that I assumed to be Horace's, who had already asked me if I had seen it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Hugh enter the room. "We meet again." He laughed and sat down next to me. I saw Millard's book close and float to the table next to him. The floorboards creaked, meaning that he must've left the room. That left Hugh, Enoch and I as the only people left in the room. "So, what do you think of the home so far?" Hugh asked, breaking the silence that hung in the air.

"It's pretty nice, I guess. Kinda sucks how awkward everyone acts around me, though. I mean, I'M usually the awkward one, but these kids treat me like an absolute outcast here. Even though they're outcasts themselves I suppose. But, I still feel...Oh god I'm gonna go off on a rant at this rate." I mumbled. Hugh chuckled. "You're absolutely fine. I hope I don't come off as awkward. Plus, I'm a good listener, so your rant wouldn't have been a problem." I smiled. Hugh and Olive were the only ones who were treating me like a normal person around here. Well, as much as a floating girl and a boy with bees for brains could.

Time skippppp

The next morning, I woke up feeling surprisingly energized. I quietly checked the clock in the hallway, only to find that it was 6 in the morning! Damn! I usually wake up around 10:00! I guess this is an improvement for my schedule.

As silently as possible, I got dressed and ran a comb through my hair. Bedhead made this nearly impossible, but I was willing to suffer if I could look less like a birds nest that day. I walked down the stairs and found some of the children at the breakfast table, stuffing their faces with pancakes and waffles that were stacked on steaming plates in the middle of the table.

With my mouth practically watering, I took a seat next to Olive and grabbed a plate from the counter. I stacked three pancakes on my plate and prepared them with peanut butter/syrup/peanut butter/jelly/chocolate chips/whipped cream (whichever you like on ur pancakes.)

While I was eating like the pig I was, more kids began finding their way to the breakfast table. Some of them, *cough cough* Enoch and Emma *cough cough,* looked like they had gotten no sleep last night. They had dark circles under their eyes and had to fight to keep themselves from falling asleep right into their food.

Hugh was the last one downstairs, and he took a seat that was open next to me. I watched him stack about 7 pancakes onto his plate and start digging into them. I laughed and shook my head as he almost chocked on a bite that was apparently too much for his mouth to handle, and made sure he was okay when he got it down.

"Mornin', I guess..." He laughed as I helped make sure he didn't cut any bites that were too big for him. "Good morning." I replied, lowering his fork as he tried to fit nearly half the whole pancake in his mouth. "I think you've lost your privileges." I laughed as I pulled the plate away. "I'll take em' if he can't have them!" Bronwyn joked. I laughed and handed her the plate. Hugh glared at me for the rest of breakfast. But, surprisingly, it didn't bother me in the slightest.

Sooooo, 3185 words! That was...fun? I don't know how I feel about writing this much. I feel like I'm dead but I also feel like it was worth it. I'll move on to a different character and then come back to Hugh later. I ha to remind myself that this is a one shot before I could end it, because trust me, this may have ended up as a full on book.