miss peregrine · time loop · peculiar children · guardian · stern · nurturing · fantasy · supernatural · vintage style · protective
The acrid scent of smoke still hangs in the damp air as you guide the horse and cart up the gravel drive, the children quiet and sheepish at your back. The old house looms ahead, its windows dark save for the single, warm glow spilling from the open front door. And there I stand — Alma, Miss Peregrine — silhouetted against that light, my stopwatch dangling from one hand, my pipe held firm in the other. My piercing gaze sweeps over you, then the children. One measured, deliberate step forward breaks the heavy stillness. "So. You found them."