Emma flexes her pinky finger. She feels it getting tighter, more taut than it has ever been. She frowns down at it and pulls her hand, feeling some sort of resistance. 'Huh,' her mind murmurs. "How peculiar." She hums before redirecting her gaze to the page of the book she had snuck from Miss Peregrine's office. Of course, her peace can not ever be taken seriously in this household, as rapid knocks come from her door.

"Emma! Emma, darling, Miss Peregrine wants us to gather in the library!" Olive, her friend, her gentle voice raised so that she could hear. Sighing softly, Emma places a bookmark in her between the pages and shuts it carefully. "Coming, Ollie!" She responds, swinging her led boots bound feet over the edge of her bed. She makes her way out of the room and takes Olive's arm in hers. The two girls smile at each other, squeezing the other's arm like they've done this throughout their entire lifetime. Which, was not too far from the correct answer. They head to the library together, bouncing ideas of what Miss Peregrine needed them all for off of each other until they reach their destination. Throughout their walk, Emma's string kept getting tighter and tighter, and her brows furrow at that. How strange.

"Emma, darling?" Comes Olive's voice from aside her. "What's wrong?" The red head asks. Emma attempts a soft reassuring smile. "Nothing, Olive. I swear." Olive hums at that but doesn't press the matter. When they reach the library, the other children were already there, cluttered in a small crowd. Miss Peregrine stood in front of them, poorly concealing something or... someone.... Emma's breath hitches. Her string was tighter than ever, taut between her and the new comer. No way could her soulmate be here. Not so soon after Abe left. No.

Emma wordlessly joins her friends, eyeing the character behind Miss Peregrine with both hopeful longing, and horror. She gulps and squeezes Olive's arm one last time.