Wow-so many lovely reviews! I'm really glad you like Evie (cause I like her too ^^) and so far it feels like you're saying "Wow this story is actually interesting and the OC isn't just some generic Mary-Sue that everyone loves and she does in fact have likable qualities but some flaws and has a goal and a past-" Rambles on for hours on end.

Also, one Guest review asked how Evie saw the fire at Baron Kelvin's manor-sorry, I should have explained this earlier, so if you're reading this Guest:

I'm actually working on a prequel, based on the Circus Arc of the manga-Evie is more of a recurring character than a main one, but she does interact with some of the other characters, like Ciel or maybe the First Tier members. I'll be working on it more after I finish this-within another 100 chapters just kidding XD. If you're curious, it's called "Let the Show Begin!" Maybe I'll even reveal what I don't here... *grins evilly/mischievously*

Anyway, I just love reading all the reviews, and please don't be shy-if you don't have an account, I think you can just write as a guest. What I'm trying to say, is that reading what you think is part of what keeps me going (the other part is that I want to finish this becauseI'msuchadorkycompletionistlolwut)

But anyway, to you, who has taken the time out of their lives to read this, thank you. Thank you so very, very, very, VERY much! Even to those who don't like this!

Now to the FEELS

'CAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH CONCERNING EVIE RIGHT NOW I FEEL SO EVIL YET POWERFUL WTAH I FEEL TERRIBLE BUT SO POWERFUL WITH THE LOKI HELMET WUT GET READY FOR DERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AND HEARTBREAK IN THIS HALF OF THE FIC BECAUSE I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON

So, Derrick and the others have disappeared, and the P4 have been keeping their lips shut tight. The only means we have left is to contact the Principal. But the only ones who can meet the Principal is the P4 and their Fags at the Midnight Tea Party. Maybe I should just kill Clayton and take his place? Ciel shook his head... No no...

"It's good that they managed to put out the fire in time last night! Did you hear though? There's rumors going around that it was arson-that's pretty frightening!"

"Yeah. But you know what was scarier? Ravenne!" Oh? So they're using her name now? Ciel pondered lazily.

The boys accompanying Ciel nodded in agreement, "She looked like a demon! I mean, did you see the way Purple House's doors just flew off and hit the ground?! Who knew ladies legs could kick that hard, eh? And the way The Bride looked at everyone there-it was like looking at a female Grim Reaper!"

Ciel inwardly chuckled. Seeing the people-if you could call them human-that he had seen since his return to London after the fire, it was painfully obvious; These sheltered children knew nothing, save for a few traditions and the Principal deciding all factors within Weston. He continued to listen in the conversation for his own amusement.

"Did those two first years from Purple House make it?"

"Yeah, but they're not in as bad of a condition as the Bride is. She probably took in too much smoke, and I hear her shoulder, arm and leg isn't that great. I heard the doctor however saying that she'll heal soon in time for the ceremony."

"But that's like a day away!"

"If she can save and carry two first years, and kick those heavy doors open, I think she'll be okay. Besides, it's not a day away, it's a few weeks at least."

"Do you think that the cricket tournament will be cancelled?"

"No way, not if it's a tradition at Weston. It'll be held, no doubt about that!"

"Well, Blue House doesn't stand much of a chance." Macmillan commented, "They say the Principal will be present too, so we slack on the cheering either!"

This statement brought Ciel out of his dazed trance! What?! The Principal will be at the tournament?!

Macmillan was completely oblivious to Ciel's scheming,"Even though Blue House is always last, everyone has an equal chance of being to be invited to the Midnight Tea Party-" Ciel roughly grabbed his shoulders.

"Wa-wait a second! Is that true?!"

"About Blue House always being last?"

"No, after that!"

"Oh, well the Principal is busy, but they say that he'll definitely attend the tournament on June 4th, and every year he always invites one student that did exceptionally well in the tournament to the Party."

This is it! My chance to attend! "So by doing well you mean like the player that gets the most points for the winning House?"

"The criteria's different every year. There are some years where it's the player that gets the most points for the winning House, but there are also years where a player from the losing team is applauded for fair play. The Principal chooses the player who shows play befitting a gentleman every year."

What the hell is that? Getting picked is harder than I thought...

"For example, two years ago, there was a student who was invited to the Party because he sacrificed himself by defending Ravenne from getting hit by the ball when she was watching."

"So that was "play befitting a gentleman" to the Principal." Ciel deadpanned.

"But there're eleven people in a cricket team so it's hard to become the dorm's representative. It's impossible for first years anyway!"

As much as I hate to admit it, sports are not my forte...It'll be hard to be picked. What should I do-

"Phantomhive!" Ciel turned around at the sound of his name. Clayton was there, beckoning him to come closer, "I'd like a word!" Ciel trotted over to the upper year, Macmillan and the others walked on, "Congratulations! You've been chosen as a player for the cricket tournament on June 4th!"

If Ciel believed in God, he would've thanked him for this golden opportunity! "Wh-what?! Really?!"

Clayton smiled, a rare feat. "Yes!"

"What an honor! But why me?"

"Blue House is different from those muscle-heads in the other dorms, in that we specialize in strategical play. Your physique isn't ideal, but the brains and guts that you showed when revealing Cole's injustice will be of great use to us." He pushed his glasses slightly up, giving his eyes lens glare, "At least, that's what the one who strongly recommended you to the team said."

"Who was that?"

"Professor Michaelis."

"I-I see, he did." Yes! Brilliant, Sebastian! I hate praising him, but here he's the best support!

"Oh, and so did Ravenne."

"Her as well?" Even better! She's been for ages! Maybe she's the second best support too...But why would she help me?

"You should go thank the both of them."

Oh! Right! "Yes, I will! Right now!"

As the first year ran off to meet Sebastian to thank him, Clayton walked on so as not to be late for his next class. He got out a history book he obtained in the library, and recognizably turned the pages that had yellowed with age.

Some weeks had passed, and on his way to Latin studies, Clayton was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear someone sneak up behind him-

"Boo."

"AHHH!" Clayton swung around, holding his book as a defense-to find Evelyn standing in front of him. There was mischievous glint in her eye. He took note of the bandages that dared to peek out of the fabric around her right shoulder, and of how most of her weight was pressurized on only one leg and foot. Wolfie was by her side, his head absentmindedly stroked.

"Really? A book? What are you going to do? Give me a paper-cut?" She teased. Wolfie barked. Clayton straightened himself.

"Ravenne! Sneaking up on someone when their back is turned would be considered unladylike."

"But where is the fun if it's not done from behind? A person will most likely see you if you're standing in front of them." Her grin was delightfully wicked, showing canines not too unlike her ever-present-hound, "And, if you think something so simple as shaking someone up is considered unladylike, I assure you, Clayton, I've done much worse."

Clayton fidgeted under the taller students' gaze, "What are you doing here, anyway? You should be healing, not walking around and scaring students!"

"Ah, so you admit that I scared you?" Clayton sputtered, but Evelyn sighed looking at something else, "I'm on the mend. In fact I've probably fully healed, the doctor said that it was mainly minor scraps. The bandages are to cover them up and stopping them getting worse." Evelyn shifted her green eyes to Clayton, put her hands on her slim waist, smirking, "Besides, I only scare cute men who scare easily. Men like you and Bluer, mainly." She winked.

Clayton's blush was as red as Red House's crest, "R-R-Ravenne! You sh-shouldn't talk like that! People will hear-"

"People will hear and talk and gossip and eventually forget. Sometimes of trivial things, sometimes of a serious matter. To Weston, a serious matter would most likely "tradition" and/or "June 4th"." She paused, then smiled thankfully, "I'll say it again-thank you for taking that hit for me two years ago."

"O-oh! Well, I would've done it for anyone! N-not that you're just a-anyone! I mean, uh, what I'm trying to say is-"

"You're welcome?" Evelyn chuckled heartily. It hurt her lungs a bit, but she didn't mind.

"Yes! Yes that!"

"Well, besides entertaining myself with the activity of startling students, I was on my way to meet Bluer. I thought that since you're his Fag, I thought you would know. Also...have you seen Lottie?"

"Bluer? He should be in the Swan Gazebo. As for your maid, I haven't seen her." Now that he thought about, shouldn't the Bride's maid be with her, checking that she doesn't hurt herself anymore?

"...I see. Thank you, Clayton. And good luck for the tournament. I look forward to it." And with a sudden mysterious air that clouded her, Evelyn left Clayton by himself.

"Thank you..." She walked on, not hearing as he continued, "We-no. Bluer may need it." In truth, Clayton had some notion that something stirred in his Prefect's eyes when concerning Ravenne. He hoped that whatever it was, it was meant for a blessing, not his downfall.

It took little time for Evelyn to find the gates of the Prefect's sanctuary. There was a long corridor, that had arches and pillars which allowed you to stay hidden-not that many would ever need to-but you could see what was happening. As long as one stayed in the shadows the pillars cast. She saw a tall, bespectacled young man reading in his usual spot-the armchair that provided shade in the summer, but beside the heat in the window. He sat in it so often, the rest of the P4 deemed it "Bluer's spot."

Lottie was there too. Evelyn was looking for her so that they can spend the day in honor of Edgar's anniversary-to spend in reminiscent mourning. She was pouring tea in front of Bluer, though from this distance, Evelyn thought her face was redder, not from sunburn, and her hands shook as though embarrassed or nervous. In Evelyn's mind, she concluded that it was because Lottie has rarely around the P4 without her.

At least, that's what Evelyn initially thought.

"Master Bluer, I have a question for you. And...I want you to answer honestly."

Bluer looked up. Curiosity got the better of Evelyn, and she hid herself out of eyesight for the maid and the Prefect.

"Well, I shall endeavor to answer to the best of my ability."

Lottie poured tea into his cup, "Good...Tell me. What do you think of Evelyn Ravenne."

There was a tone to her voice that sent a shiver that jolted through Evelyn's spine. It did not have a cheerily curious touch to Lottie's voice. More like it was an predatory inquisition...

"I beg your pardon? What do I think of-"

"Evelyn Ravenne. Tell me what she means to you." Lottie commanded harshly. Just what's wrong with her?! Evelyn was tempted to enter the scene, but the curiosity of Lottie's sudden change of behavior took over, Is this what happens when I'm not around?

"Miss Ravenne is a amiable...companion. She is very literate, especially since women are not usually given the same amount of education. Ravenne also has a considerable amount of talent in her activites, such as her way with fencing or with her words. She shares a great and obvious sense of justice-preferring to put others' needs before her own without forgetting to take care of herself which is admirable, and-"

"No. What does she mean to you. As...something more than what you've just said." I beg your pardon?! Why are you doing this to Lawrence?!

"O-oh. Well...uh..." Bluer straighted his glasses to the bridge of his nose, "She-Evelyn. She is, ah, very...well, very beautiful. Both her personality, her mind, and her beauty. She projects an aura that entices and enchants you, drawing you to her..." Bluer's brows furrowed together, and his blue grey eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Why are you asking me this?"

Lottie was somewhat caught off guard, "W-well, I, uhh, what I mean to say is...It's just-"

"Miss Lockhert, say what is on your mind now, or I'll be moving on-"

"Why do you continue to spend time with her?!" Lottie blurted out!

"Excuse me? I don't believe that you have much say in what I do with my time, or Ravenne's-" Lottie grabbed the teapot, and threw it away in frustration. Evelyn heard a distant crash. She wanted to move, do something, anything! But her body wasn't letting her. She was paralyzed.

"Miss Lockhert! How dare you-"

Lottie whipped her body to face him, "I know that Blue House have little to no chance of winning the tournament, so why do you still allow yourself to stay in her company?! She doesn't even care about any of you! No more except as bloody tea companions! She doesn't care or love any of you! Especially you! She can never give you the love you deserve...The love that I can give you!"

Evelyn's eyes widened...What...? She pushed herself off the pillar, trying to process her thoughts.

"Miss Lockhert?! What are you insinuating?!"

Lottie sighed, "I...I have loved you. For so, so long." She clenched her fists, her eyes scrunched closed, "And...And it has nearly driven me insane of how oblivious Ravenne is! I see how you look at her! But has she returned those gazes back? NO!"

"I won't have you speak ill of someone who has cared deeply for you-"

Lottie started to shriek, not listening, "I have been silent for too long, and I could give you so much more than she can! Evelyn Ravenne is...She's a horrible, horrible, horrible hypocrite! She pretends to be this great Golden Child! Always putting others before herself? That's just an act! Ravenne has helped her father kill! She has done so many cruel things to others for Her Majesty! For what she calls justice!" Lottie's face shined with two streaks of tears, "She's hardly what you can call admirable! I can be true to you! I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE FROM YOU!" Evelyn's blood had started to boil, even after the effort she put into trying to reign in the tsunami of emotions.

Lottie panted, breathless from her rant, "I ask for so little. Just...just give me your heart-your love. In exchange for mine. Just say it. Just say you feel the same. Please...Please!" Evelyn saw this-this begging, and wondered how and why her closest friend never voiced her frustrations to Evelyn. Surely I could've helped...? ...Could I?

"N-no. Miss Lockhert, I cannot, I will not say the say what you want me to. I...care about Evelyn...like that. I wish you well, and that you find someone else more deserving of your affections." He turned away. Evelyn hid herself more into the shadows. Should I have intervened? An endless torrent of thoughts and impulses surged and overflowed her already crowded mind. What should she do with this new development? What could she do with such information?

They didn't see the rage-pure, unadulterated loathing for both him and Evelyn in Lottie's brown eyes.

She forced her hands onto Bluer's shoulders and roughly pushed him down. But even though he was not as strong as, say, Greenhill, Bluer threw Lottie off him after a brief struggle. He made for the exit. Lottie gripped his face roughly, raising her own lips to meet with his-

"ENOUGH!" Evelyn cried out.

Both faces turned towards her. Both faces turned black with horror. Lottie's eyes filled with tears, opening and closing her mouth silently. She lowered herself, stepping away from Bluer. Though she was farther away, Bluer reached out towards Evelyn.

She ran.

She ran.

Past all the classes, through corridors, past other students. Her face showed nothing, but a desperate need. To run. Scream. Escape.

Before she knew it, Evelyn and Wolfie were in one of the stables. Of Red House. She just stood there, in the midst of the hay and horses-and elephant- catching her breath. Evelyn saw Soma's pet elephant, a creature she had grown fond of, and walked to it, reaching out to touch his trunk.

Why would Lottie...And on the day of Eddy's anniversary? She was conflicted. She hated something, but loved it at the same time. She hated herself and Lottie. But she loved Lottie and...Bluer.

She loved him. Evelyn did, and she had done so little to show it. It took another to make her realize it. She sighed...Lottie was right. She had done terrible things. Lottie had the courage to tell the one she loved that she did, in fact, love him. I hadn't even given Bluer so much as a glance...But..why?

Evelyn knew the reason why. She was terrified. Being hurt so many times...it did things to her. And Evelyn didn't notice the difference.

She fell to her knees in exhaustion, her hands at her side. It wasn't only until clear droplets fell on Evelyn's left arm, showing the scars left from a time she did not want to return to, when she realized she was crying. Wolfie tried to lick her face, but Evelyn ignored his efforts, prompting him to leave her alone in the stables.

She realized there was nothing to hold back anymore. She screamed. She wailed. She sobbed. She wept. She clenched and scratched at her sides, years of pent up frustrations and fury and rage and loathing and weakness overflowed. To hell with holding back!

Lottie is right...I am such a horrible person. A hypocrite. A monster. I don't deserve any of this.

I don't deserve any of it.

I don't deserve any of it.

I don't deserve him.

I deserve-

"Evie? What are you doing here? Woflie brought me here, I thought you-" He saw her body lying helpless on the ground, "What happened?!"

Evelyn recognized that voice anywhere. Soma. Why did he have to come here now? She felt arms wrap themselves around her pathetic state, pull her up, and a hand lifted her chin, forcing her bloodshot eyes to meet gold.

Soma looked deep into her face, trying to decipher why Evelyn was in such a rare state, "What happened?! Are you in pain?! Did someone hurt you?!" His concern was almost touching, and had this been a different time, Evelyn might have graced him with a decent excuse. She buried her dark head into his uniform. If it wasn't for the shudder that shook her shoulders, and the quiet sobs that were muffled by the fabric of his uniform, Soma wouldn't have been able to tell that his Lotus Flower was in sorrow.

Without saying anything, Soma wiped tears away with his thumb, bringing Evelyn more closer to his body. Soma gently drew circles into her back, rocking her back and forth, whispering soothing noises. Evelyn held onto Soma like everything was falling around them and Soma was the anchor she held on for desperation. They stayed like that for a while. No one looked for either of them.

Nothing was said.

Nothing was needed to be spoken.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooodoyouhatemenow?

Whenever I wrote the "these children knew nothing" I was reminded of Game of Thrones "You know nothing, Jon Snow" And that "heat in winter, coolness in summer" was kinda inspired by BBT lol XD

Wow, over 50,000 words already?! Holy crab-cake! I regret nothing. Okay, maybe this. I'm not too sure what to make of this. I've had it as an idea for a good while now, but I'm not too sure if it suites the story or the relationship between Evie and Lottie. But tell me what you think-whether it's bad or if it's interesting or if it's out of character or whatever you think. Just say it and be honest.