His Butler... Wow.
The storm batters you as you walk towards the mansion. You're not sure who lives here, but you're sure that if they have any decency they will allow you to stay... Even if only for one night. As you reach the door, you take a deep breath and steady yourself against the wind, pulling your thin cloak more firmly around your shoulders. You knock.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
It opens.
"Ho, ho, ho," Says a small man, who barely reaches your knees as he opens the door. He smiles kindly at you, bringing a small green mug to his lips. You wonder what is in it, but you don't dare ask.
"Hello," You reply timidly, staring down at the small man in fascination. "I'm so sorry to intrude, but I was wondering..."
As you speak you glance up at the top of the door, and even through the growing darkness you can make out the crest carved into the wooden frame. Your entire body freezes as you realise where you are.
Oh. Shit.
You take a step back, trying to smile kindly and apollogetically at the old man, but your expression faulters. Behind the strange man is an even stranger man, who wears the clothes of a butler and an almost condescending smile. As you look at him his smile widens slightly, careful not to show any teeth, and his black hair sweeps across his forhead as the wind blows through the open door. But he merely smiles again and brushes it back to it's former place."Good evening," Says the man in a low, articulated voice that forces you to take a step back a bit. The other has disappeared by now, and it is only you and him. "Do you need anything?"
"Not at all," You stammer, curtsying without making eye-contact. You are speaking to the Earl of Phantomhive's butler, after all. "I was initially going to ask if I could possibly stay the night, but now I see who's house this is. I'm incredibly sorry."
As you take another step back you bow once more, placing your hands in front of you. But as you bow, you feel the pins in your hair fly away, and not only does your hair come tumbling about your shoulders, but your hat also flies away. Sighing in resignation while saying a fond farewell to the lost hat, you stand back up and jump in surprise at the sight before you. As there is the butler, standing before you with that smile, your hat in his hand. "Nonsense," He tells you softly, bowing to you. "You are very welcome to stay here. After all, if I could not look after or even welcome one guest into our house...
"What kind of butler would I be?"