"Miss P!" Jake yelled as he burst into the dining room, face filled with panic. "What is it jake? You know not to yell," Miss Peregrine said sharply. He blushed. "I know. But I went to wake up Winglet this morning. When I went in, he was gone! So was Remus and the rest of them!" Miss Peregrine, and the other peculiars (Even Millard, although they couldn't see him), stood up in alarm."What?"
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"Miss Peregrine won't be happy, y'know," came a new voice just as Molly was handing out breakfast. Everyone looked up with a start only to see Winglet coming down the stairs, wearing the same crumpled white button up shirt and black dress pants as before. One of his wings were hanging halfway out limply, the other was firmly tucked against his back. His glasses were askew and he lifted them slightly to rub his eyes. "Ha-Winglet, my boy," Albus said as warmly as possible. "I'm not 'your' boy," Winglet answered, reaching out and grabbing a piece of buttered toast. "And I want to go back home," he added, sitting down on the spare chair in front of him. "I'm sorry Winglet, you can't," was Albus's reply. "Why not?" he inquired, standing up suddenly, although keeping his wings in the same position. "I-," Albus hesitated. "There is a war going on. You are our only hope," something about the way he said it made everyone look at him like he'd suddenly turned into a muggle robot, and Winglet made a disgusted face. "Really? First that rogue Hollowgast attack, now this?" "Hollowgast attack?" Remus asked at the same time Hermione, who'd been mostly silent like the others, inquired, "Hollowgast?"