"Ugh, I feel horrible," She thought, "What is this place."

She looked around her. Noticing a rather comfortable bed and a bedsheet she snuggled in further, before noticing some faint beams of sunlight coming in through the window. At first she took no notice of it but then her eyes widened as she put two and two together.

"I'm late for my summoning!"

Frantically running around her room she seemed to be running through the drawers throwing everything in the way into the air, and as soon as she realized none of her pieces of uniform were in the cupboard she panicked and screamed,

"What should I do what should I do?! I know! The uniform shop!"

She quickly dashed out the door, running into Sebastian who came as soon as he heard her scream.

"Master are you all rig-"

Louise screamed as she tackled her familiar, while Sebastian twisted in midair to prevent her lunch which was laid out daintly on a platter from spilling. Both landed heavily on the floor with a loud "thud" with her head in his stomach while a drop of coffee landed in Sebastian's hair.

"Tch, I truly feel like I lost my touch." He thought.

"As much as I appreciate the welcome my young master may I please ask you why you have decided to choose this hour to show your affection?"

Louise glanced up to see Sebastian, looking down at her with his devilish smile, which forced all of her blood to race to her face. Almost instinctively she raised her hand and slapped him forcefully in the face.

"Idiot!"


It was evening, Sebastian stood at the end of the bed while Louise was sitting in her torn uniform on the bed with her legs crossed. Both were exchanging questions and answers, Sebastian, curious about where he was, Louise irked by the fact that she had summoned a "useless" familiar.

"I have to ask this question once, may I please question what language do you speak in? You seem to be talking in French but the dialect is certainly one that I have not heard of."

"Of course not, what else would you expect from a lowly commoner. Wait what is French?"

"You seem to be unaware of my position in my society. I am not a commoner, nor am I a noble, have you forgotten about your contract?"

"And you are from another world named London and you have metal horses with circular legs, I am not daft,"

"No, London is a c-never mind. Is there anything you wish for me to do master?"

She suddenly stood up, walking towards her wardrobe. She quickly stripped off to her undergarments and Sebastian quickly moved his palm up to cover his eyes.

"Stop calling me your master, if you are my familiar you are still to me a commoner you will define me as your lord. I am going to sleep," and she tossed a small rolled up piece of paper at him along with her clothes and the shredded uniforms from her, let's say "unsuccessful" spells. "That is a list of everything I expect done. Washing my clothes, finishing my homework, getting tomorrow's"

He stood up, already approaching the door "At once my lord," he said, doubting the part about her homework.

"Get out already," She said, waving her hand. "And don't think you will ever get anything in return for behaving well, which is expected of a familiar." Shoving him outside and slamming the door behind her.

She barely slept for ten minutes before Sebastian came back, quickly dusting his hands and looking through the window to make sure the clothes were still hanging where he left them to dry.

"Well that is taken care of and I have some time to spare, might as well get accustomed to my surroundings."


It was dark, the night sky was filled with bright stars, only a handful clearly visibly from the human eye but from a demon's eyesight one could see the thousands.

"It truly is a beautiful night." He muttered to himself, reminiscing about the beauty of the blue moon.

"You, my lady, are a truly magnificent rose, in this garden of weeds."

He looked down from the raised position of the second story of one of the academic buildings, there was a blonde teenager talking to another girl in a brown cape. He could easily see the brown hair which stretched down to her shoulders.

"Young love," He thought, "I may as well watch for a while, this list was surprisingly short," Which would've been quite the contrary were it read by anyone else. Having it rolled up seemed to disguise the fact that it would almost touch the floor when it was read.

"Would you accept this as a small token for the light you have brought into my life?"

"Oh Guiche,"

Sebastian cringed, the conversation was taking a very similar shape to a clichéd romance novel. The only reason he was still watching was the fact that both of their souls intrigued him.

They both looked tasteless, yet there was a weird aura around them, seemingly radiating from their bodies. The girl's was almost pure but was so in a way the texture disgusted Sebastian, where Guiche's showed signs of at least another five girls in his life.

"Typical. I expected no less of him."

He noticed something towards his left. Carefully analyzing the back of his left hand he noticed the pentagram of Ciel's contract still clearly embedded in it,

"I suppose my contract still exhists, and I am still binded by it. Ciel phantomhive still insists on keeping me as a servant? Well that would not surprise me, though that would explain me still being in my butler form."

Finding no more interest in the two he disappeared, discovering the last few metres of the campus.