SPARK // Enoch O'Connor

chapter 11: Noctuary

I raised my eyebrows twice and he dropped his head on the table and laughed.

"Oh my bird, Adeira's broken him," Emma chuckled.

Enoch wiped his face with one of his hands and took a deep breath.

"That was the worst feeling I've ever felt."

"What, the embarrassment of your dollhouse hobbies?" I joked.

"No, laughter," he scoffed.

Oh, Enoch.

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After about 10 minutes of Olive begging Miss Peregrine for a movie night, she agreed. Horace was up for it too, so we were set to go. I let the kids take up the couch and I sat on the floor, leaning up against the soft, blue couch. Enoch decided to sit next to me, even though he was a little mad at me for ruining his reputation.

Once Horace was settled and had his eyepiece set in stone, the show began.

I was fascinated.

I knew that Horace could see into the future, but I wasn't aware that he could project these visions for all to see.

Horace's first dream was of himself. Horace was standing in front of a long mirror with a navy blue suit on which had a red tie to match. A navy top hat rested upon his head with a feather sticking out from its side. Horace was also dressed in shiny, pointed shoes and a golden pocket watch hanging from his coat pocket.

"Ravishing," the vision echoed.

The kids groaned in their seats and I laughed lightly.

I turned around to face Emma who was sitting on the couch behind me and whispered, "Are clothes all he dreams about?"

"Mostly. But sometimes his dreams get really interesting. . .like this one," Emma responded, pointing to the projection on the wall.

I turned back around to face the stream of light. My stomach twisted with butterflies.

The vision depicted me.

I stood in the middle of a dirt road staring off into the distance. It looked like a main road in Cairnholm. I stood stiff, like a sturdy tree. Like the leaves of a tree, my hair blew with the breeze. My eyes were fuzzed with thought and my eyebrows were furrowed.

Then there was Enoch.

Enoch came running up to me in the road.

"Adeira, come on," the vision shouted.

Outside of the vision, I shifted nervously on the carpet. Enoch was leaning forward slightly, curious of Horace's vision.

Dream-Enoch grabbed my hand and spun me around to face him.

"Adeira, listen to me!" The vision shouted.

Suddenly, a wagon came barreling down the road. As it neared, there was barely any time to react. Enoch tackled me out of the way and landed on top of me.

The wagon bounced away without slowing down the slightest bit.

Dream-Enoch pulled himself off of me and Dream-Me sat up. I wrapped my arms around Enoch, but my eyes remained cold and reflected no emotion. My face was dull, my lips relaxed.

Dream-Enoch pulled me closer to him and whispered something into my hair.

The vision ended.

The children were silent and stared at Enoch and I.

I gulped nervously and dared to look at Enoch. With his lips slightly parted and him blushing profusely, my heart began to pound.

What the hell was that.

The children then started to giggle at something one of the children had muttered.

"Enoch and Adeira sittin' in a tree," Hugh began to sing.

"Oh shut your beehive," Enoch retorted.

I played with my hair anxiously and shifted awkwardly in place.

Miss Peregrine seemed a bit amused.

"Alright children, it's time for bed."

"We haven't even seen the reset yet," Claire pouted.

"Yes, yes, but I think it would be nice if we went to bed early tonight," the headmistress suggested.

She seemed to have something on her mind, but I decided it was best not to question it.

A few children groaned or sighed, but a few were more than happy to go to sleep early. Horace, for example, was already passed out in his chair. I laughed with a hint of awkwardness and stood up.  

As the children began to exit, Enoch pulled me aside.

"Well that was interesting," he muttered.

"Yeah...interesting," I said awkwardly.

"Hey," he said suddenly. "Would you like to see the garden? It looks quite appealing at night, if I were to go by your standards. I usually don't go for bright sparkly things like the lights out there, but I though that you might like it."

I smiled. "Sure. But what, in your standards," I mocked with a chuckle, "would be more appealing?"

"Well, I would throw a few dead bodies in there. Some blood. Maybe a dash of dead plants here and there. Possibly a small plague."

I chuckled and nudged his shoulder.

"Well lead the way, Mr. Negative. I want to see just how bright and sparkly this garden is."

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