These biscuits where delectable! McMillian couldn't stop putting them on his plate during breakfast, he wasn't the only one either, others students at their respectable tables did the same. Some had two others three the highest seem to be four at least on their plates, the moment these light golden breakfast treats where broken open, a sweet and savory steam gently rose from them. That wasn't the best part, the moment it entered a mouth, melted in a fluff of yummy goodness. Spread a smile that didn't seem to fall.

Clearly, as McMillian's hadn't, it seem to grow. "These biscuits are wonderful!" He chimed, taking a bite of one. A powder pink rose on his cheeks beneath his small round classes, made his dusted freckles on his face pop, cutely. "Every time I take a bite, they grow more lovely, it's almost like magic of some sort. Wouldn't you agree?" He asked his fellow student and house mate.

Ciel.

"Hmm?" Ciel hummed uninterested.

McMillian repeated himself. In a cheerier tone. Holding up a biscuit. "I was talking about the biscuits! They are marvelous. Wouldn't you agree?"

A flat look, Ciel dropped his eye to the single one on his plate. They were sweet he agreed, nice and fluffy too, almost nearly perfect if not further. Taking a quick whiff, honey, of course. With the thin gloss that covered the top. It was no wonder everyone enjoyed them so much.

Picking it up, turned it around slowly. Grunted silently to himself, resisted the urge to roll his eye. "I suppose..."he mutter to the side. Setting the food down. Cleared his throat, "now, you were saying?"

A cheek full of food, McMillian swallowed. "Oh, yeah!" He smiled. "The Fag Time, when breakfast is over it's 'Fag Time'. It's one of Westons Characteristic traditions, where the lower years have to help out one of the upper years." He explained.

"Help out?"

"Yes, like cleaning their rooms or ironing their uniforms. And preparing hot water bottles at night."

"In other words," Ciel chewed and swallowed. "acting as their butler." He said as calmly as he could disguising the detest in his voice. "Do prefects have Fags too?"

"Of course!" McMillian exclaimed. "Bluer, the perfect of the Blue House has Clayton as his Fag."

Clayton entered Ciel's mind. McMillian kept going. "A Fag is a little different from a Butler in that the upper year will help out their Fag sometimes as well. It's kind of like having a brother within the school."

"A brother."

"And the Fags of the Perfects are kind of special...And...And.."McMillian stood, eyes bright as his smile. "They can wear the dormitory flower on their chest, just like the P4. If you get permission you can cross the lawn." Ciel gave his full attention. "I've heard you can attend the Midnight Tea Party organized by the Principal. Together with the P4."

A midnight tea party organized by the principal. Ciel mused to himself. If I can attend I can meet the principal.

McMillian kept going adoringly. Blush on his cheeks. Scratching the back of his head. Munching on a biscuit. "These are so good! But access is granted only to the P4 and their Fags. I'd like to attend one day too...as if! That's slightly troubling."

Troubling indeed, with you that is, never have you done so much cleaning in your life! Not even with Harmony! Then again, a cottage was much smaller than college dormitories. There weren't so many beds, that was for sure, that you had to strip, change, and tend. Dust each window, polish nearly every bed...arrange shoes and iron clothes...while also sweep and polish the floors. It was just...endless. Here you thought you were a wonderful in the skill of domestics...wrong! Not even close, not at all.

The moment you finished ten beds...Miss Agnes was done with the rest and moved to polishing the beds. So you went cleaning the windows, as she instructed...all this happened quite early. Before the sun even rose...how long did you even sleep for? You couldn't recall...except that you were standing in the kitchen making some biscuits for the morning and a few other things. By the time you finished them and managed to get...sort of a bite to eat, Miss Agnes was right behind you (scared you nearly to death), with a morning kind smile. That just melted you, her words coursed you to follow her and nod to nearly everything she said...that is until you saw what it was you'd be doing...almost passed out.

What she deemed as...'little chores' was far from it. It was more labor. Back breaking labor...gentlemen of tomorrow? Ha, that made you laugh..they could be such...slobs at times and so untidy. Yet their outward appearance said other wise. No wonder Ciel had Sebastian.

Sigh, shaking your head, dip your cloth into the cleaning solution for the windows, clean them carefully. Made sure you could see your own reflection in it, that's how one knew it was clean from Miss Agnes's standers, which you did. Take a slight small step back, catch a glimpse of yourself...or illusion of yourself. Dark red hair...and all. Given a typical maid outfit, a dark purple colored dress to distinguish between your position and Miss Agnus, a white pinafore, thank goodness no frilly cap, black stockings, and brown ankle boots.

Not the most typical attire, but one that allowed you to take on this role and blend in. Be the extra eyes, goodness...you were tired, rubbing your eyes a bit. Finish the window, pick up the bucket and move to the next one...start again. Every once in a while you eyes glanced down at the students down below...watched them for a moment as they passed by.

I hope Ciel is alright, you clench the cloth. Ciel...your chest tighten. Feel a sob rise in your throat. It hurt...all of it. The way he...now looked at you. Your circular motions began to slow...stopped. The more you thought about it the longer it hurt...

Hurt staring at the young dark hair maid, cleaning the windows on the third floor, her golden-yellow eyes reflected the sun's rays while also catching them at the same time. Those eyes no doubt could cast away even the darkest shadows...and make those shroud and dislike of the light itself..to maybe, just maybe enjoy it. One thing was for sure, they would make an interesting sketch. Violet eyes take in the image, fixated on it for a few more seconds.

Feeling eyes on you, stop for a moment and out to the lawn, see no one and nothing. Which was strange, for a moment you were sure for a moment you felt someone looking at you. Guess it was your imagination. Noticing your reflection, you move onto the next window. Start.

"April," Miss Agnus looked up from her work. You stop and turn to her. She smiled. "dearie, I have a request for you."

Request? What kind of request? Arch a brow."Yes, Miss Angus?"

How was this a request in any sort of way? You weren't sure if it could be considered one, but, it was one apparently. Was Miss Angus upset at your work? You didn't mean to move so slow, but...it was just so much to do. You'd get it eventually, you just needed time! That was, yeah, time! When you return back to her, after you finished this quick assignment, you'd show Miss Angus, also you needed to gather some information. Right now, you needed to give your attention to the task at hand.

Setting up the Swan Gazebo before the...P4(honestly that sounded like some sort of game device), before they arrived. They just needed refreshments and their tea. The chef has apparently asked Miss Angus for your assistance and if you could make some of your biscuits that many seem to enjoy. Along with something else if you could, as well prepare their tea.

Not that you didn't mind or you where nervous despite your shaking hands, it was just something you weren't expecting. Either way a job was a job, rolling up your sleeves, get started.

The same with Ciel, it was his Fag Time, though instead of him doing the task it was given to another. This allowed him to use this time to explore and gather information on the assignment given to him. By her majesty. Carefully he headed to the Purple House, one of the four houses of the college. Unlike the Blue house, this one had fences bordering the premises, the entrance was an imposing height leading to the central building that is decorated with intricate designs and the crest of a wolf on its pinnacle. There where double statues of wolves placed on the upright posts standing on each side of the entrance. A long stairway stretched to the house, the tract of land before the main building was riddled with gaunt, naked trees, lampposts, dark bushes, and headstones. The dorm itself bestudded with windows consisted with multiple stories. Crows sat on the fences, tombstones...sprinkled out on the lawn...as decoration. It spoke eccentric on many levels.

Still, Ciel proceed. The moment he stepped a foot on the steps, members suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Surrounding him, frozen for a moment he didn't know what to say.

But, you did, dust your hands off. Proudly stand before a job well done. "There, this should be to their liking...hopefully." You mutter the last part, sigh. "I better get this to the Gazebo. Now, for the trays?"

Not the kitchen back at the manor, locating the trays was a bit difficult, but you found them, and began loading the refreshments. Along with the cups, saucers, small plates and anything else that was needed. With a steady hand and focused attention slowly walk out. Taking and making sure each step was graceful and steadier than the last. Walk through the halls, out the doors, across the path that lead to a bridge, that took you to a sort of...hidden area. Surrounded by abundance of thick bushes, trees and flowers. It was beautiful, even the gazebo too. The pavilion structure was marvelous, it seem like something out f a book...the swan figure that perched on the top, made sense with the name...it was hard not laugh a bit. The way it overlooked the small yet grand and crystal lake that held a single boat next to the dock, was so..enchanting.

Something about being here...was...the treat! You remembered, you needed to set them up before the P4 came. Quickly you hurry down the path, across the bridge to the gazebo, hastily setup the treats you had on the white elegant table in the center. Time ticked away, they'd be here soon. Moving faster, while also making sure it looked well and perfect. Nearly flawless. Put the last treat on the tier, take a few steps back, look it over.

Yes, everything was in its place. Wonderful.

"Nothing like a nice rest."

You hear a voice approaching, whip your head around and see not too far, eight figures walking down the path. Four of them walked before the other four that followed. You barely managed to catch a glimpse of them, any of them, fled the area along another way. Realize, there was only way to get in and out, damn!

Thinking quickly, you had to figure out a way not to get spotted and make it back to Miss Angus. See an opening and take it. Quickly rush over to it and hide. Just as the figures entered, hold your breath and chattering teeth. You just had to...remain calm...and maybe..just maybe you could sneak away. Hearing them take their seat, against your better judgement slowly peer out quickly to see these..P4s pull back instantly. When one of them looked your way. Clamp a hand over your mouth.

"Hmm? What are you looking at Gregory?"

Blinking slowly, Gregory's violet eyes linger on the lush bush. "Nothing," he said turning away. "nothing at all."