A Surprisingly Familiar Face

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POV Jacob, Omniscient

The next morning, Millard was awake early, per usual, when he overheard Miss Peregrine speaking over the phone with someone who seemed like another ymbryne. He never heard a name, but based on the casual formality of the conversation, I suspected it was a rather good guess.

Though it was frequently very, very irritating, Millard's secretive, lurking tendencies definitely had their perks from time to time. And so it was that the rumor of a new ward was spread by 9:00 AM that morning, much to the chagrin of Miss Peregrine when she overheard us talking about it at the breakfast table:

"Who do you think it is?" asked Millard, starting the conversation.
"Is it one of the refugees from devil's acre?" asked Emma?
"Oh, I do hope they aren't too horribly traumatized! There's quite enough of that going around," exclaimed Claire.
"Do we know the kid?" asked the ever-cheeky Enoch, directly to Miss Peregrine.

This comment was met with an involuntary scowl, which was quickly replaced with an expression of carefully measured annoyance.

"In fact you do, Mr. O'Connor, though I had been hoping to keep it a surprise for at least a little while longer," stated the ymbryne.

"Who is it then?" piped up Olive.
"I, myself, would like to know soon, so we can prepare a room for them," added Emma.

"Don't you worry about that, Emma," responded Miss P, "I have already prepared one. And as for revealing his identity, - yes, it is a male - I would rather not overwhelm him, as well as Ho-um... you all, with expectations. It would be better for everyone if it remained secret until his arrival this afternoon."

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No one could focus on much of anything after the conversation at breakfast. Millard spent the day drinking tea and babbling to Noor about the loop maps of ancient Mongolia, Hugh helped Fiona pollinate her newly created garden, and the rest of us simply sucked down glasses of water and coffee in the sitting room at an alarming rate.

Eventually, around 2:30 in the afternoon, the time came.

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