It took a little over two more years for the rest of their family to finally see Ciel Phantomhive again, and when they did, they hadn't expected to see him playing with a reddish-black haired emerald-eyed child, and for the announcement that the two were engaged.
"Who is she, though?" Vincent's sister, Francis, asked, shifting her daughter Elizabeth in her arms. Little Lizzy and Ciel were supposed to be betrothed, but Rachel and Vincent had decided to wait, and then they started giving her an outright no.
"Hariel Lilia Peverell." Rachel answered, smirking and finding great amusement in the dropped jaws of her and her husband's family.
"R-really?" Angelina, better known as 'Aunt An' to the kids or 'Madam Red' to the world (for her love of the color), asked, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.
"Yes," Vincent nodded, looking away from where the girl they were talking about was poking Ciel and calling him Ci-Ci, to his annoyance. One thing they found out, Hariel was a little hell raiser even if she would act like the perfect noble lady if needed. It was rather hilarious at times, actually. She always managed to make a mess of something then look completely innocent, to the point you wouldn't believe she had done it, even if she had been the only one in the room at the time.
Angelina blinked, then nodded. "Alright then. I suppose if anyone would end up finding the Peverells, then managing to get a marriage arrangement with them, it would be the Phantomhive family."
Vincent smirked at her words. "Indeed. Well, Francis," he turned back to his sister, "I do believe that both of the children would enjoy meeting Ciel's cousin for the first time, especially knowing that Hariel hasn't actually had any girl her age to play with since we took her in, and we don't know about before that."
Francis, having gotten over her shock already, agreed. She had been born a Phantomhive and was used to ridiculously weird things happening to the family, so them having the last Peverell with them didn't really shock her too much. She set the blond girl down, and made her way to the sofa to sit next to Rachel. Angelina and Vincent joined them on armchairs. At the moment, it was only the four of them and the three children, but a few others would come later. It was Ciel's birthday, after all.
The day was mainly spent with the kids playing with a few Funtom products, and the adults discussing things that were currently happening in noble society.
At about dinner time, everyone left, and Hariel stopped being the polite little lady she had been all day and suddenly Vincent was pink and Hariel was cackling.
Let me tell you, hearing a four year old cackling is rather terrifying.
Ciel looked over to his father and began laughing as well. "Dada pink!" He giggled, clapping.
Rachel raised an eyebrow and turned to Vincent. "Perhaps we should ask your friend Aden to visit soon. I get the feeling," and here she turned sarcastic, "I don't know why I have this feeling," she went back to her normal tone of voice, "that Hariel may be magical."
Vincent snorted, inspecting his now pink, formerly blue, sleeve with a with interest. "You don't say?" He asked, being a little sarcastic for a second before grinning slightly at Rachel so she knew he wasn't trying to be an asshole.
Rachel rolled her eyes fondly and turned to the kids. "Hariel, darling, as amusing as it is to see Vincent entirely pink- and I really don't want to know if your skin beneath the clothes is pink too-" she addressed Vincent momentarily before turning back to Hariel, "I think you should turn him back."
Hariel tilted her head. "Okay, Aun' Rachel." She referred to Rachel and Vincent as her aunt and uncle, even though they all knew they weren't related to her. She turned to Vincent and furrowed her brow, and a few minutes later he was back to his normal appearance.
Ciel laughed again. "Hari! Turn me blue!" He grinned at her, and Hariel grinned back, then Ciel was blue. She seemed to be getting a hang of turning people different colors. The two adults weren't sure if they should be happy because of that- she was a prankster of a girl and if she had this sort of thing at her fingertips from four years old, then what would they do if she was feeling particularly mischievous.
Vincent looked relatively stunned. "Perhaps," he turned to Rachel, "we shouldn't call Aden just yet. We simply help Hariel learn to control her magic herself. From what I've heard, intended magic like this without a focus is considered impossible, and I really wouldn't want to make her lose a brilliant tool such as that just because of some narrow-minded fools' ideas."
The two children hadn't heard Vincent, instead focusing on turning Ciel back to normal- which seemed a little harder for Hariel than turning someone a different color- and then seeing if she could turn their toys other colors.
Rachel nodded, observing them as they squealed in laughter because Hariel had managed to make a small toy soldier turn a different color every time something new touched it. "Yes, that would be a good idea. We can ask him to get some texts from the magical world and simply teach her what we think she should know, and avoid all their rather moronic ideas."
Vincent didn't reply, instead choosing to laugh at the four year olds' stunned looks as one of their toys began to fly, turning every color under the rainbow. They certainly need to teach Hariel to control her magic, and soon. It was lucky enough that there were no accidental outbursts during the party, though they did wonder why there weren't any before today. Or perhaps they were, but they were small and unnoticed things. Vincent had wondered how his shoes had been left hanging from his door, laces tied together, that one day...