With the distance between them, Emmeline was feeling much more comfortable. It wasn't that she didn't like Mr. Whitledge but the fact was he was a gentleman and she was very much a pristine young lady. Other than that kiss with Mr. MacFusty, the very thought causing her cheeks to tinge red again but hopefully for only the briefest of moments. Regardless of such things, she was feeling comfortable and that meant she was able to focus a bit more on the task at hand.

Another deep breath. Another incantation chanted. Only this time, there was nothing once again. Her brow crease in frustration, hating how fickle such a thing was. Focusing on happiness again, what she assumed true happiness to be, she said the incantation again and ended up with a faint glimmer once again though nothing more than that. She didn't show as much excitement that time, having clearly hoped for something more. She wiped at her brow though and let out a sigh. "Who would have thought such a thing was so tired?" she asked, looking to Mr. Whitledge with a faint smile.