Hi humans…

So, I've been thinking about doing a series of oneshots/headcannons for MPHFPC (all movie verse; I haven't read the books, don't hate me!) and this is the first one. BTW they have all left the loops and gone back to the home and rebuilt it. Lots of them are going to be enolive, some fugh as well, and some just funny ones. I forgot to put this in my first fic, PLEASE review if you want more! I'm busy writing my own book (exiting I know) and I'm not going to carry on with this if nobody asks. Anyway, enough of the ranting, Enjoy!

Accent:

The ray of light coming through the hole in his curtains fell across his face and Enoch groaned. He was not a morning person at the best of times, and especially not this morning. He knew that it got darker later in the middle of summer, but it was so light all night that he'd gotten about three hours of sleep maximum. Enoch got up, got dressed, and walked downstairs where the rest of the family was eating breakfast.

Enoch sat down heavily and put his head on the table.

"Good morning Enoch." Said Horace peppily. "How did you sleep?"

How is Horace less tired than me? Enoch thought as he mumbled something nobody could understand. Enoch then went off ranting about how he couldn't sleep, until he realised that everyone was staring at him, some looking very confused and some snickering, especially Jake. Even Miss P looked a bit confused.

"What?" Enoch asked, very confused

"Enoch," Fiona said, "you didn't sleep, did you?"

"That's what I've been saying you div!"

More confused faces and louder snickering

"What?" he asked again

"Enoch, do you realise how thick your accent gets when you're tired?" Olive asked, fighting down a giggle.

"What're you talking about, I sound completely normal!"

"Okay then, say Carl."

"Why?"

"Just say it."

"Cor- Cari- Cori-…I canny say it."

"I rest my case."

At this the whole table burst out with laughter, except Miss Peregrine and Olive.