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I had to spend the rest of the day playing dolls with an adorable little girl, Claire, I believe. She would talk non stop, asking and telling me a bunch of things, to which I loved to answer and listen. No one except my siblings had hardly been curious even about my favourite colour, so I had to take plenty of time before giving her the answer she craved.

Right before dinner I changed into a white long sleeved dress I had borrowed from The ginger girl, not sure of her name but absolutely stunned by her beauty. Her exquisite red hair was to her shoulders. Lovely lilac dress that complimented her pale skin and black gloves that protected others from her pyrokinesis. I couldn't find the words to thank her for the clothes she'd provided me with so we settled for a tea party tomorrow after noon, to which I gladly agreed.

I couldn't decide on the time I would leave but choosing some more days for my stay didn't seem so bad after all. I'd receive countless of letters from them, awful threats following after horrendous things they'd write to me. But I was sure of my safety here for at least some time, they wouldn't break a loop unless I decided that it was time to come out on my own, tho I could sense that they were getting rather impatient.

—How was your life at home?Did your parents leave after seeing your peculiarity or was it something that they thought was a blessing from God?—Emma's question must've caught me off guard. I definitely had to make up an answer, not necessarily true.

—My peculiarity didn't form until I turned 18 and left home, it's one of the unique things about it, it doesn't show itself until a traumatic event, but I'd always sensed it somehow. My parents couldn't really tell so I had a normal childhood and my life was pretty ordinary.—Most of which was true but I had to lie about some things in addition, it was only obligatory.

—A traumatic even you say?—Her eyes turning into round circles.
—What happened?-Something I certainly wouldn't reply to.

—I don't really like talking about it, so if you don't mind.—I responded before brushing my dress and standing up.—I believe it's time to catch up with other.—The words flew out of my mouth, quickly taking her hand and leading us downstairs.

—Oh what a puzzling individual you ought to be.—She laughed at her own words before strapping down to her chair.Looked like she had caught a glance of my confused eyes.
—Wouldn't want to fly away, would I?

The kids had settled around the projector, watching one of Horace's dreams, fully glued to the wall. I was brushing Fiona's hair as she had put her head on my shoulder, oh how badly did she remind me of my sister, I felt selfish comparing two completely different human beings connected only by names but couldn't help it. A yawn escaped someone's mouth as the bird settled with getting us ready for the night.

I made a decision of reading bedtime stories to smaller ones, badly wanting to remember the times that it had been Flynn and Freya laying beside me. I was startled when the door has slightly opened revealing the red head with her Scottish friend in the doorway.

—Miss Peregrine had advised us to get you to bed, she says it's bad to stay too late after reset.—She began

—They fell asleep long ago, I don't see the reason behind still reading.—He looked bored leaning on a wall to his right.

—Enoch...—She gave him a judging stare before helping me up.-Her hands were hot and I assumed that his were relatively cold, oh what an interesting duet.

—Would you like to see the stars?—Enoch had asked as we reached my door.

—Oh God, don't even mention it, it's too late.—Olive sighed as she started scolding him.

—I don't see why not if you know a place.—I grinned slightly.

—But if miss finds out we'll definitely get punished.—She looked frightened at our plans, not wishing to interfere with Alma.

—I don't see why you're so scared, never broke the rules in a hundred of years? —This was starting to admonish me of our usual arguments with Fiona, how refreshing. I hugged Olive's shoulder, trying to make her feel safe. Slowly rubbing my fingers on her shoulder had made her slightly hotter than usual assuring us of her agreement. Easily flustered.

Settling on the roof was more comfortable than I had imagined, the three of us enjoyed the view, admiring the sky and spitting random facts about astronomy that we had learned from books. My gaze was completely busy with whatever the night had to offer, almost praising the bird with her loop that saved the peaceful lives from the nightmares of war, something I'd never be able to overcome. I felt a light object thrown at my legs. The book landed on my lap, I recognised it almost straightaway as it had the usual worn out look following with red print.

—You didn't have to get so mad over what I had said, Millard wouldn't have protested if you took it.

—Still not admitting that it was yours?—Smirking at his words.

—Oh what a humourous person you are.—He stated bitterly after faking a laugh till it was interrupted with the redheads genuine one. I followed shortly and the night was filled with sincere and heart warming giggles of two teenagers. Enochs hands started covering his mouth but it was totally seen as he was trying to hide himself smiling, a heartfelt smile.