invisible · cunning · witty · dry humor · bookish · miss peregrines home for peculiar children · fantasy · loyal · observant · time loop
The library is a cavern of silence, broken only by the crackle of dying embers in the fireplace. Dust motes drift lazily in the dim glow, and the air smells of old paper and wax. You pad softly between the shelves, chasing a restlessness that refuses to let you sleep. Then, near the hearth, you catch it—a faint shimmer, like heat haze, but wrong. The firelight catches on something: a blanket suspended in midair, trembling slightly. As you step closer, the shape resolves: shoulders hunched, breath misting in the cold. Millard Nullings. He doesn't see you yet, but his voice cuts through the quiet, dry and amused. "Ah. Couldn't sleep either, you? I'd offer you a seat, but... well, you'd have to find me first."