The day was over, a repeating loop of an endless eternity that would welcome you once again when you awoke. Tiredly, you pulled yourself up the stairs. Your ability was special. While Enoch could use Mind Control and necromance the once inanimate or the dead like a puppet, you could control things telekinetically. Speaking of Enoch, you and him had a fight earlier that day. You were talking to Olive about Abe, and that seemed to set him off. Jealous, gloomy and possessive of all three elder girls in the estate. But you? No, you were something else. Olive couldn't compare to the level of closeness you were to him. Why? You and him were nearly the same. You had more of a sarcastic, soft but morbid humor while he was just darkness incarnate. The thought never occurred to you, to ever love anyone. Every day was nearly the same, every night you watched a bomb inch towards the house before dissapearing back into the plane as time was reset to the day before. You enjoyed your simple life, despite the maturity of your mind trapped within the body of a 16 year old girl. You sat down on your bed in the dim lighting, leaning over to tuck your white hair into its wrap for the night. A voice shook you out of your thoughts. Enoch, leaning against your doorway.

"I'm not going to apologize for earlier, but I came to say goodnight."

A mixture of brittish and Scottish came through in a tired, raspy voice. There was an odd dynamic between You, Emma, Olive and Enoch. Enoch was protective and moody regarding the females that weren't the young children or Miss Perregrine. But his jealousy over you even talking about Abe... that was something else entirely. He would be quieter than usual, icy glares and snarky remarks shot at anyone who dared try to talk him out of his gloomy state.