A/N: Much thanks and amusement to Guest, who reviewed several times in order to make the total review count reach the requested 60. I did consider not counting them, but it made me laugh, so this Fox Kit is dedicated to Guest.

Title: Fox Kits

Author: liketolaugh

Rating: T

Pairings: None

Genre: Friendship

Warnings: None

Summary: The servants weren't expecting Ciel to write so soon, and the contents of his letter are even more surprising.

Disclaimer: Sadly, Black Butler is not mine.

"I met Albus Dumbledore at the age of eleven, on our first day at Hogwarts." – Elphias Doge (Harry Potter)

Sebastian glared at the three servants, who withered under his gaze. He opened his mouth to begin yelling at them (for they had destroyed his renovations again – he swore that they were even worse with the Master out of the house, and he hadn't known that was possible) but was interrupted by an earsplitting screech.

Sebastian closed his mouth. Bard looked over his shoulder and frowned.

"Hey, what's that?"

Sebastian looked over and sighed. "Oh, Eliza," he murmured in realization. The undersized eagle owl was perched on the outside windowsill, glaring inside at him. She must have been waiting for quite some time; she looked extremely annoyed, much like Ciel was perpetually. He turned, scolding forgotten, and opened the window, allowing Eliza inside. She swooped over and landed on his shoulder, shaking her leg at him impatiently.

"This is the Young Master's messenger owl," he explained to the three confused servants. He detached the letter, ignoring Eliza's irritated nipping at his fingers, and broke the seal. "He must have written." How odd. It hadn't been that long.

Those words, though, were all it took for the servants to be across the room, crowding around him.

"What'd he say? What'd he say?" Bard demanded, trying to look over his shoulder to read the letter.

"Yes, what did the Young Master write?" Mey-rin agreed, doing the same.

"Yeah, tell us!" pushed Finny, standing on tiptoes to peer past Bard.

"Back off, all of you!" Sebastian ordered, frowning at them. "I cannot read the letter with you three crowding around and pushing."

All three back off instantly, and Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh before unfolding the letter and beginning to read it aloud.

"To Sebastian, Bard, Mey-rin, and Finny," he read. "Are you all well? Sebastian, I trust you have prevented the manor from being destroyed too horribly?"

Sebastian chuckled, and the servants shuffled, a little embarrassed.

"All is going well here. The classes are fine, if a bit dull. Though, there is one professor… She seems to bear some sort of grudge, and is causing no end of trouble."

Sebastian paused, frowning. So Ciel was having some trouble at Hogwarts? He made a mental note to check on the boy – anything would do to break the monotony, and he disliked the thought of not being present with trouble about – and then moved on.

"Well, never mind that. I am doing well thus far and spend much of my time researching in the library with Albus."

Sebastian paused again to give the parchment a surprised look. "The Young Master is socializing?"

Bard grinned. "'Bout time!" he said approvingly.

"Albus," Finny mused, testing the feel of the name of his Master's new friend on his tongue. "Albus."

Mey-rin smiled, too. "It's good for the Young Master to have a friend, it is."

Sebastian shook his head bemusedly and then continued.

"Most of the other students are horribly idiotic, of course. Albus is alright, I suppose, but his friend, Elphias Doge, leaves something to be desired. Sadly, he is also very nearly impossible to get rid of, so I suppose I will have to tolerate him.

I was Sorted into Slytherin, by the way. Not that I am at all surprised – it is the house of cunning and ambition, after all. Albus is a Gryffindor, so I expect that I'll see that side of him more often than I'd like, foolish bravery and such. He ought to be a Ravenclaw, I think, but I suppose that it is impossible for him to have been Sorted incorrectly."

"Huh?" Finny puzzled. "Slytherin? Gryffindor?"

"The school houses," Sebastian explained in a clipped voice. "The students at the school the Young Master is attending are Sorted into houses according to certain personality traits. The Young Master is quite correct in saying that he was certainly going to be Sorted into Slytherin." Before any of them could ask further questions, he went on.

"Peeves is as infuriating as any student. He has stolen my eye patch on numerous occasions – I'm quite sick of him, but I suppose there's nothing to be done about it."

He could practically see Ciel scowling as he wrote that, and chuckled.

"I received your package of paperwork, by the way, and have nearly completed it. Even with the homework added, it should be done quickly enough. Expect it sooner rather than later."

Sebastian smirked; he knew that Ciel hated paperwork.

"I have undertaken a project or two with Albus, and they are keeping me more occupied than the classes themselves, and are far more interesting. I will not share details at the moment, but suffice to say that they are more advanced than anything our idiotic classmates could understand.

Well, that is all I have to say, so I wish you all a good day.

Sincerely, Ciel Phantomhive."

Sebastian closed the letter.

"Who is this 'Albus' guy?" Bard wanted to know. "Gotta be someone special if the Young Master is talkin' to him. After all, he don't make friends with just anyone."

"True," Sebastian mused. "I suppose we will find out with time, if they have any measure of closeness. However, from the contents of the letter, I would guess that he has intelligence at least on par with the Young Master's, which may explain how he attracted his attention."

"I guess," murmured Finny, fidgeting slightly. He knew he certainly wasn't that intelligent. "Master Ciel would like someone as smart as him." He smiled. "Maybe he'll be good for him!" he suggested, cheered by the thought.

The conversation dissolved into speculation, mostly about Ciel's new friend, but Sebastian stepped away, thinking on another part of the letter.

Well, he may not be able to accompany his Young Master inside the castle, but there was no reason for him not to survey things from outside the wards.

"I have business away from here," he announced abruptly, silencing Bard's speculation that maybe Albus was some kind of magical friend-maker who used magic to force people to be his friends. "I will be gone for a few days, so do try not to destroy anything too badly in my absence."

"Where are you going, Mister Sebastian?" Mey-rin wanted to know.

"The Young Master's letter reminded me of something that needs taking care of, quite a ways from here," Sebastian explained carefully. "Again, I will be gone for some time."

"OK, then," Finny agreed brightly.

"Don't be gone long," Bard added gruffly.

"Come back soon, Mister Sebastian!" Mey-rin agreed.

Sebastian nodded to them and left, already recalling the precise location of Hogwarts. He had business there, after all.

At least… he did now.

Yeah... no one seemed real interested in this one. So I'll post this, Albus' letter as soon as I write that one, and then I'll just take suggestions. Please review!

Edit - Guest wants to know what Elizabeth is doing. Currently, she is attending Beauxbatons, and all that involves. Though I'm not sure you'll see this...