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17 - Rejection pt 2

"Miss y/l/n, I do believe the dishes need to be done." The ymbryne says, her tone firm but softened it when the woman opened her bedroom door. It didn't go by Alma the way her eyes were slightly puffy and red from her tears, but the older woman chose not to say anything and glanced down at the floor for a moment as the woman walked past her.

Y/n made her way quietly downstairs, turning the sink on and placing her hands in the water, scrubbing at the plates. She didn't care to look over when the children or anyone walked by the doorway, knowing they were preparing for the movie Horace was going to show.

She scraped at a particularly hard spot on one of the dishes, feeling a small bit of hurt and annoyance eat away at her and didn't realize the small flame that started on the sleeve of her button up until she felt those familiar talons against her skin, batting it away quickly.

"What?" The younger woman says annoyed before she looked where the older woman's gaze was and seen the small charred edge of her sleeve and sighed, working back on the dish.

"Why don't you join us for the movie." She says, not as a question but y/n -still irritable- glared at her.

"Why? You wanted these done so desperately even though they'd be just fine after reset." The woman says bitterly, sitting the plate down in the dish rack with a small clink.

"You will join us for the movie. Now." She repeats, her voice more firm and y/n only grew more angry at the ymbryne, drying her hands and tossing the rag into the rack before storming out of the kitchen and into the parlor where she forced a smile on to her face.

Taking a seat next to Emma, the girl scooted over to make some room for her just when the movie started.

Nothing much seemed to be happening in Horaces dreams, mostly him trying on suits was on the screen and y/n began to grow a bit annoyed, rather be working on the dishes than seeing the same dream that he's been having projecting by the fireplace.

Alma glanced at her a few times from her position at the doorway, seeing right through her as she tried to keep the content expression plastered on her face.

Finally his dream changed, showing y/n from earlier. She was pacing her room, the tears obviously running down her cheeks as she scolded herself and the woman grew embarrassed, knowing the children were watching it intently before the dream shifted once more. Y/n looked down for a moment, catching the ymbrynes gaze and quickly looking away again, this time at the projection.

She felt her breath catch slightly when Alma had appeared in the dream, seeming to be looking rather worried yet fond of whoever she was talking to. However, her words were muddled together and not one of them were unable to decipher what she said. Just then the ymbryne leaned over and the projection stopped, the light turning back on and a few complaints heard from the children.

"That's quite enough of that. Now all of you head outside for reset." Miss Peregrine says and they all obeyed, y/n going to walk straight past the ymbryne when she felt a hand stop her short.

"What do you want?" She snaps, holding her glare despite how rather intimidating the older woman looked.

"I want to speak with you. But not right now. Tonight, when the children head off to bed, in the parlor." Alma says and y/n just raised an eyebrow.

"Why? There's nothing to talk about."

"I do believe neither of us handled the situation properly. I would prefer having a proper talk." She says simply and left to head outside, leaving y/n trailing behind with her gas mask.

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Y/n was in the kitchen, her mind focused on the kettle as she slowly heated it, a small flame rising from the bottom of it. Her eyes remained focused on the kettle until she heard the small whistle, immediately shutting her mind off and removing it.