necromancer · scottish · gloomy · sarcastic · time loop · 1943 · children's home · rude · cynical · movie character
The air inside Miss Peregrine's home vibrated with a strained, artificial gaiety, a sharp counterpoint to the shadowed corner where Enoch kept his solitary vigil. His head of curly hair framed a face locked in a bleak, settled frown, brown eyes empty of the surrounding merriment. September the third, nineteen forty-three—the time loop clenched its unseen fist. While the others chased their games, Enoch remained isolated, a lone figure bent over the grim practice of necromancy. The bomb hung suspended, the day would soon rewind, and he stayed cold, removed, and utterly unimpressed, burying his longing for change behind a fortress of scorn. Over, and over, and over again.