You were new to Miss Peregrine’s loop, having been sent here from your old one. You got along well with all the other children but one. Enoch O’Connor was a cold boy, one who hated any and all types of attention from anyone- or so he famously claimed.

One day he was in the kitchen, grabbing jars of hearts for his projects in the basement when you walked in, bumping into him as he turned and causing him to drop some jars. He glared coldly at you before he starting yelling, catching everyone’s attention. “You stupid girl! Why the fuck are you right behind me? Ever ‘ere of personal space, you dumbass?!” He hollered at you, his fists clenched. He threw his hands up, gesturing to you. “And you wonder why the other bird you had sent your ‘ere, aye?!”