A/N: Soooo by now I have seen the movie twice, and somewhere inebtween updates for this fanfic next week there will be an fanfic or two for that. Untill the, thanks for reweing and favouriting this fanfic, it makes my day.

Fiona Frauenfeld

Walking down the slithering road through the green summer forest, Alma considered what a peculiar situation she was in. She was currently walking through another Ymbryne's loop, relaxing and taking in the scenery as he feet guided her on the familiare path to the old mansion burried among the trees.

For anyone passing by, it might appear as though she was there for the fun of visiting her sister, but the truth was that she was in fact there in a far more serious matter. She was there to pick up a new charg.

The standard procedure was for a peculiare to be assigned to an Ymbryne when they first came in contact with peculiare society, staying with the Ymbryne for the rest of their lives. Because of that a few misguided Ymbrynes in the past had attempted to 'collect' peculiars of only certain sorts in their loops, often by taking them from other Ymbrynes without their consent, there were neccesary laws that made a peculiare's exchange of Ymbryne a complicated and leghty procedure. The point was for no peculiares to have to switch Ymbrynes at all, if avoidable.

The current situation, however, was very specific, and had called for a change, or more like a temporary excuse, issued by the Ymbryne herself. She needed help.

Miss Amelia Gannett, who's loop Alma was currently passing through, just so happened to be the only Ymbryne keeping a running loop on Ireland, meaning that all peculiares of Irish descent sooner or later would ended up in her care. At a current number of no less than fifty - five peculiars in total, they had unfortunately grown far too many for Miss Gannett, as spectacular as she may be, to handle all on her own. Not being able to get an Ymbryne to help her in the loop, she had finally been forced to resign and give away some of her charges for her sisters to take care of instead.

"What a shame she had to take such drastic actions." Alma whispered to no one in particular, considering the situation and realising how embarassed her sister must be. Though none of her sisters shun her, understanding very well her predicament, as well as the fact that it saw no other solution, Alma still imagined how humiliating it must feel to have to redistribute even but a few of your charges.

"Fiona Frauenfeld, eighteen, born in the eighteen hundreds in Ireland." Alma repeated the words of the note given to her, glancing at the photo that came with it. It showed a short, skinny girl in a black dress with disastrous brown hair that rested on her head like a birds nest in a tree.

The girl in the photo was supposed to be her new charge, Fiona, who she had agreed to take care of when Miss Gannett no longer could. She had originally been warned that the girl was tricky to deal with, shy and guarded because of things that had happened in the past. On top of this, the girl was also said to be voluntarily mute from the trauma that had been her life before her Ymbryne found her. Considering the poor girl had been raised during the great famine, Alma wasn't surprised. A lot peculiars had lost their lives during that era, and it was a miracle in itself that the girl was still alive.

Miss Gannett had tried to distribute some more easily reassigned peculiares at first, but quickly found that this girl still stayed on the list of those who'd she'd have to give a new home in another loop in order to bring down her number of charges, despite the love she held for the child.

Alma had reassured the older Ymbryne she would be fine, this girl hardly being more of a challenge than her second charge, Emma, who had had a habit of letting her bed on fire in her sleep, but it had hardly helped. Her sister remained worried. Still, without much of a choice, Amelia had agreed to let Alma take Fiona with her. Alma only had four other charges, and Miss Gannett resonated that she'd have the time and space necessary to take proper care of her girl.

"Hi Amelia. How are you this fine day?" Alma greeted her fellow Ymbryne sister, smiling happily but feeling her heart drop as her sister answered it with nothing but a small, half-hearted smile of her own. It didn't match Miss Gannets normally extremely cheerful though realistic attitude, and she realised that having to let go of her charges was dragging her down more than she showed.

Alma's sudden concern must have showed on her face, though she hoped it wouldn't, because her sister was suddenly laughing, a more real and honestly happy smile on her lips.

"Don't look so concerned, Am. I've been doing this longer than you. Sure, this will be the third charge I say goodbye to today, but that's just the way life is." She smiled. Amelia Gannett was a large woman in her fifties, pale red hair standing like a frizzy cloud around her head and a million freckles resting on an aged face like paint-stains on a canvas. She was not a very attractive woman, but she had a passionate glow about her and an agreeable yet grounded personality that made her easy to befriend. She was the kind of person that never backed down, but nor did she start any fights unless necessary.

"How many peculiares are you reassigning?" Alma asked, pitying her for having to say so many goodbyes. Her eyes fell on the short-grown eighteen year old girl by Amelia's side which she was supposedly bringing home.

Fiona Frauenfeld was dressed in a simple black dress that hung off her petite frame and went almost all the way down to her feet, combined with an equally big dark blue coat that was largely unnecessary in the warm weather inside the loop, but rather necessary for the winter weather outside the loop. She had a small backpack on her back, too, but it didn't look very full, as peculiares didn't tend to have many personal possessions. She would be a good addition to the their little family, Alma thought, and though she'd have to spend a lot of time on her, surely, it would be more than worth it.

"Twenty five. If I keep only thirty of them, I will have room for a few new ones in the future. Fiona, dear, do you have your notepad and pencil? I told you not to pack it." She looked down at the girl, who nodded, quickly scribbling down a response on a small notepad resting in the pocket of her coat.

Yes Miss G. I got it right here.

A pleasure to meet you Miss Peregrine.

Alma read the note, smiling. "A pleasure to meet you too, Miss Frauenfeld. I'm sure we're going to get along just fine. However, we do need to get going."

"Good bye, Fiona. Be a good peculiare to my sister. " Miss Gannett hugged her charge, Fiona not as much as blinking when she was pulled into the embrace, and quickly freeing herself when she got the chance.

Alma took this as her cue, turning and walking away, hoping the girl was at her heels. She wanted to keep a stoic impression, but smiled as the girl walked up by her side. Her appearance appeared even more 'wild' up close, but she didn't judge. Fiona hadn't been a part of the Peculiare society for very long, and in her previous situation a good appearance had hardly been top priority. Besides, she had comb and scissors at home. They could fix it when they got to Cairnholm.

Do you have any other charges?

Are there any boys?

Are they mean?

"Read" It was the first and last word Miss Peregrine would hear Fiona say in a very long time, but she did as asked, and read the girl's questions.

"I got four other charges. Two girls, Emma and Claire, and two boys, Millard and Enoch. All of them a very nice people. Enoch is a little grumpy, but I don't think he'll mind you." she certainly hoped the bitter little boy would cause any trouble. He had been picked up from another loop, too, and should be able to feel a little empathy for the poor girl by her side. She hoped.

Boys used to throw rocks at me. They said I was a witch. I'm not.

"You most certainly are not a witch. Witches don't exist. And we certainly do not engage is such barbaric actions like throwing stones." Alma said seriously, trying to make her charge feel safer. "If they did they would be severely punished."

After this it would take a while before Fiona answered. Most of the time they just walked in quite, all until the reached the entrance, and prepared to leave the loop.

Thank you, Miss Peregrine. I didn't want a new Ymbryne. But you seem nice.

She couldn't mask her surprise as she read the message. She would understand being reassigned and forced to leave her current home would be hard for a girl like Fiona, but she hadn't expected the girl to admit to outright disliking her in the beginning.

"You are very welcome. I hope your going to enjoy your time at Miss Peregrine's home for Peculiar children." She smiled, grabbing her ward by the hand though she was too big to be dragged around, and entered the loop entrance.