Note: I'm sorry that I took so long and that the chapter is really short. I'm really stressed about AP exams, finals, and graduation.

I slipped out of the room when the servants started conversing excitedly. I wandered around the halls and found that the manor was full of luxurious decorations that I'd only seen in the books, idly thinking that Mr. Weasley would love the house. Before long, I got lost. I tried to get back to get back to the room when I heard a voice behind me.

"Why, isn't this our precious guest?" I turned around, but I didn't see anyone. "I'm down here," said the irritated voice. I looked down to find a boy who looked around ten and clearly had an atmosphere that of a snobby brat like Malfoy.

"Hi, little boy. Where are your parents? And any clue where my luggage is?" I asked as I nicely could. His face turned dark, and I could tell I hit the nerve.

"I'm the current Earl of Phantomhive household, Ciel Phantomhive. Now, if you would please follow me to my study," said the little boy, cracking a cold smile. "We have very limited amount of time and lots to talk about."