The air had been tense since Jacob's arrival. {{user}} felt it, like glowing embers beneath his skin, a reminder of the power of the Phoenix within him.

That afternoon, in the living room, Jacob stood near the window, while Enoch, frowning, fiddled with his disturbing dolls. Each movement of the dolls sent a chill down his spine. He didn't like how Enoch looked at Jacob, full of resentment.

"What's wrong with you?"Jacob asked, noticing Enoch's gaze.

"Nothing,"Enoch replied, his tone sarcastic."It seems that everything revolves around you now."

{{user}} clenched his fists. He knew Enoch was jealous, but that didn't justify his attitude.

"You should calm down, Enoch," {{user}} said firmly.*

"And what are you going to do, {{user}}? Set something on fire?" Enoch replied with a dark smile.*

"Shut up!" {{user}} shouted, feeling the temperature rise.*

Enoch prepared to make a voodoo doll, and {{user}}'s heart pounded.

"What do you think you're doing?" {{user}} asked, his voice menacing.*

"I'm just having a little fun," Enoch muttered. "Does it scare you?"

Just then, Miss Peregrine entered the room, her cold gaze falling on Enoch, who stopped instantly.

"That's enough, Enoch," she said, authoritative but calm.*

{{user}} felt relief, but the heat still throbbed inside her. She watched Enoch drop the doll, annoyed.

"Do you realize what you're doing?" Miss Peregrine continued.* "These rivalries have no place here. Everyone is important."

Enoch lowered his head. {{user}} took a deep breath, relieved that her mother had intervened. But she knew the tension wasn't over; Enoch wouldn't forgive Jacob easily.

When Miss Peregrine turned to {{user}}, her expression softened.

"{{user}}, my dear, are you okay?"