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It was as she sat in the coach that she began to wish that she had had Maria come with her, for then she wouldn't be completely alone when she visited the manor.

She was more or less a stranger to Ciel now and she was also showing up quite unexpectedly, which would make the situation quite uncomfortable when she did arrive at their gates. At least if she had Elizabeth by her side when she was visiting them then she would feel a bit more comfortable.

But Elizabeth was not there, nor was Aunt Frances, or Maria. She was all by herself in unfamiliar territory.

'Why did she have to put those damned heels on the instant her father presented them to her. Spraining her ankle and then forcing me to still visit the Earl, she brings me too much trouble, I'll just associate with her less.'

Ciel was enjoying some afternoon tea when he noticed something from the window of the room. It was a coach, stopped at the front gate and he recognized it instantly. His eyes widened and he the tea he was drinking slipped from his grasp slightly.

It let a bit of the hot liquid slip out and fall onto him. The boiling liquid burned him and he shot up from his seat instantly and slammed the still full cup down on his desk, causing some of the tea within it to splash out of the cup.

He then bolted to the door and took firm hold of the knob and opened the door with much force. His skin was still burning from the hot tea being poured on him as he ran down the hall.

He reached for his handkerchief and started to rub at the tea stains with it. He ran recklessly down the hall till he reached the kitchen.

He opened the door with much force and saw Sebastian standing there, a surprised and a bit concerned expression was held on his face. He looked upon his master, who was at the moment in all states of disarray.

Through loud breaths and huffs Ciel said, "Aunt Frances's ...coach…is here."

"I'll make preparations as fast as I can my lord. Please go back to your office and compose yourself before she reaches the door." Sebastian said as he threw the apron he was wearing to the floor.

Ciel jogged back to his office while simultaneously trying to clean the tea stain from his clothes. It was truly frightening how his Aunt had just unexpectedly visited, she was quite terrifying and quite critical even when he had his manor organized and orderly as it should.

Finnie was in the green house, watching the flowers grow. He had come early in the morning and watered them and then spent all the time between then and now watching them.

Finnie had only been brought to the manor a month before and was still quite green. He had yet to master his extreme strength and seemed to break everything he touched, and so, even though he had been outwardly assigned the position of gardener, watering and watching the flowers was the only job Sebastian permitted him to have other than his main one.

"This itchy thing is quite a bother." Finnie told himself as he ran his hand over the wig Sebastian was making him wear while his hair grew back.

When they found Finnie he was bald and scrawny looking despite his unnatural strength. He was a bit of a sullen looking ghoul that had been trapped inside for quite a long time.

Then Ciel gave him a name, a purpose and a hat. Sebastian gave him guidance and a black wig to wear while his hair grew in. And Finnie loved all of these things with a passion, even though some things given to him were itchier than others.

The black wig didn't fit him in the least and the bangs hung low and concealed his eyes and part of his face. He tried quite hard to pin it back, but it was too thick and he had to walk around with it obscuring his face like that.

Bard of course made a bit of fun out of it and said it was an improvement since Finnie's face was obscured by the limply hanging black hair. But such was life of course and Finnie had recently noticed more of his own hair was coming in and covering his head.

He was a bit surprised to see that it was blonde, for his head had been shaved for so long that he had forgotten his own hair color.

Finnie was leaving the green house to go and try to pull some weeds when he noticed the coach by the front gate. He knew that if anyone was supposed to be here that day Sebastian would have told him and made him stay hidden from the guest at all times.

The unwarranted coach therefore alarmed him and he felt it his duty as one of the persons entrusted with the protection of the manor from intruders to personally check this suspicious guest out.

He walked across the grounds of the manor and went towards the front and main gate where the coach was waiting to be received.

"Ello there. Are you wait 'n to be received?" Finnie asked as he poked his head through the gate. Finnie's speech was still a bit rough and quite informal. He was also ignorant of how a servant should receive a guest that was obviously of a higher class than them.

Augusta sat in the comfort of the coach and simply sat there, unwilling to even exert the minimal amount of effort it would take to answer the servant. She knew it was only a small inconvenience that the servant had not immediately received her, but she was still aggravated by it.

'Any good servant would have simply opened the gates and walked with the coach to the mansion. Why does he feel the need to examine me in such a way , it is obvious that I am aristocratic and not meaning to cause trouble.'

Finnie was a nice boy, quite a nice boy really, but he was a bit hostile towards anyone who visited the manor, his home. This would wear off of course , but that wouldn't come to be for a bit. The manor was the first thing he'd ever owned, the first thing that belonged to him and him it, and so he was of course overly protective of his first possession.

"Oh yes, I am waiting to be received by the Earl Phantomhive, if he wishes so of course. I am fully aware how rude and disrespectful I have been towards the Earl, for it was completely out of line of me to visit him without even a moment's notice. If he is unable to see me at this time I accept it fully and will take my leave." ,Augusta 's voice possessed an ever present sincerity about it which was completely untrue.

While Augusta spoke all of this, Finnian intensely examined the emblem on the coach the girl before him had stepped out of. It was familiar, quite familiar and he recognized it from a fragment of a memory.

He about wet his pants when he finally put the meaning and the emblem together.

Sebastian 'd specially described and drew it out for him and told him that whenever there was a coach or carriage or any such thing with that particular emblem printed upon it he was to be on his best behavior and nothing less and was to treat that person or persons with great respect.

He knew that if Sebastian had witnessed the way he had treated the guest with the insolence and impudence was present in the moments previous, he would've gotten the licking of a lifetime.

Finnian stumbled over his own words a bit as he opened the gate and simultaneously apologized for his behavior. Augusta was slightly disappointed that he had let her in, for she wished that she had been turned away so she could just leave and not have to bother with the Earl

Augusta made it to the front entry of the Mansion and had stepped out of the coach and made it a few steps before she screamed. It was quite loud as well.