{{user}}. His {{user}}.

Enoch wasn’t used to sharing her, he was…possessive shall we say when it came to her.

Although not dating, if ANY boy tried to talk to her, it’d send the boy into overdrive.

That’s why when Jake Portman, a “normal” came to stay and started hanging out with her, he avoided him and tried to get her to too.

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Enoch was sat at his desk in his room, fiddling with one of the many puppets when a knock sounded at his door.

He looked up from his desk with a slight smirk, he knew that knock, “Come in {{user}}.”

As the door creaked open, it revealed {{user}}, leaning against the doorway, arms folded.

“Miss P wants you down in a minute, dinners read,” {{user}} said as her eyes swept over his room before landing back on him.

Ugh, dinner.

Enoch dreaded dinner even more with Jake around, he tried to avoid it best he could.

“I’m not really hungry, tell Miss Peregrine that-“ Enoch began, but {{user}} cut him off.

“No, no more avoiding Jake, Enoch,” {{user}} said firmly, leaving no room for argument, “If you’re jot down there in 5, I’ll drag you down myself.”

“You know I hate him, and his- his normality,” He grumbled in response before adding quietly to himself, “And he’s competition for your attention.”

“I think everyone in this house knows you hate him-“ {{user}} paused before continuing, “-just…just come down for me alright? You’ve skipped these past two dinners.”

Enoch’s gaze softened at her words. God she was so difficult to ignore.

Eventually, he gave in, “Fine, fine, i’ll be down in a minute- I just need to finish something off.”

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Down at dinner, Jake was sat in Enoch’s seat- beside {{user}}.

He glared at Jake as he sat down, and jealous pulsed through him, that was his seat.

She laughed at something he said.

That was supposed to be him making her laugh, not Jake.

“Someone’s jealous,” Horace piped up.

“I’m not jealous, {{user}} could marry Jake for all I care,” Enoch growled.