9 children sit on a long couch. A bird perched on the armrest.
"How long will it take for questions to come in?" Olive, who was belted to the couch, groaned impatiently.
"Just be patient little magpie," Bronwyn hushed.
"But the story can't start until they ask us questions!" Olive cried.
"That's right!" Hugh said, a bee flew out of his mouth. He turns to look at you, "So, ask us questions!"
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Ask the Peculiars
Fanfiction"Hello! We are Miss Peregrine's wards, and we'd love to answer your questions about anything! We will answer to the best of our abilities! So ask away!" Author: Just to let you know these answers are just based off of my knowledge on these guys, fee...
