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Seeing the Bird this flustered was almost worse than her being mad. She didn't even ask where we'd been.
"Hurry, hurry children!" she exclaimed, herding us all together. This just confirmed Hugh's suspicion that something was off.
Just as Miss P had everyone gathered in the hallway, a heavy voice pierced the silence.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." We turned towards the source of the voice and saw a large hulking thing silhouetted in the doorway.
Claire and Olive screamed (Claire with both mouths) and hugged each other; Horace screeched, "WIGHT!" and threw his old-fashioned watch full-force at the monster.
I leaned over to Hugh. "I thought we killed it."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Guess not. Maybe a different one."
Miss Peregrine stepped in front of us all and faced the wight. "You just try and take them."
The wight chuckled, a low, gravely sound that sent shivers down my spine. "No one's going to take your precious children, Peregrine. I'm only here for one person- You."
Horace, meanwhile, was holding his head in his hands while he was rocking in a ball on the floor, muttering, "No, not, I knew this would happen!" We all braced ourselves (save Horace), ready to defend the Bird.
The wight chuckled again. I had the urge to put my hands over my ears to block out the terrible sound. "Hand over the ymbryne, and no one will get hurt."
Claire rolled her fists defiantly and yelled, "You take Miss Peregrine, you'll have to take us, too!"
The wight laughed, and advanced. Miss Peregrine stepped forward. "Don't you touch them," she said, in a demanding, authoritative tone. She drew a knife from her bag, and Miss Avocett came to assist her.
Quick as a wink, the wight had Olive in his grasp and a knife to her throat. She whimpered quietly. "Please, Miss Peregrine," she wailed. "Don't let them hurt me!"
The wight smiled cruelly. The Bird looked from Olive to us, and shook her head. "We'll go if you let the child free." The wight nodded and led the rest of the children to the cellar and pushed us in roughly, still holding on to Olive. The last time the door opened, the wight pushed Olive in, and I could see he had both birds in his cage.