Eleanora sat in the back of the classroom during the lesson. She didn't mind it so much; she was tired after her long trip, and besides, the view of the teacher-butler was better from behind.

The other students didn't realize that anything was wrong, only that there was a strange woman sitting in the back. They didn't notice their teacher acting differently in any way whatsoever. Then again, they hadn't been living with him for almost three years.

Ciel could tell that Sebastian was nervous. Nervous and pleased. Which made him—what? Nervously pleased? Pleasantly nervous? Probably both.

The other students thought that nothing was wrong, but Ciel could tell that he had changed. He spoke a bit louder than usual; he swallowed more; he avoided all eye contact with the students and he never, ever looked at the back of the room, where his wife was sitting, staring intensely at him.

Ciel had been a bit nervous when he leaned that Madam Red had sent his maid after him, but now he was thinking that maybe it wasn't the worst idea. The boys in this school were idiots—it would be easy for Eleanora to smooth-talk her way into exploring the place. And Ciel's movements were limited—schools always had so many idiotic, confining rules. And he wasn't able to explore the other houses, even on a good day…Yes, she would be useful. He would tell her exactly what to do, right after this stupid class let out.

After several agonizing hours, a bell tolled, indicating the end of the class. Ciel rose up, stretching, and glanced at Eleanora. She looked at him and he made a sharp gesture with his head, indicating to her to follow him. She did so, watching the butler as she passed. Sebastian was absorbed in writing the next lesson on the blackboard—too absorbed. It was painfully obvious to Ciel that he was trying very hard to not seem interested in Eleanora at all.

"What happens now?" she asked when all of the rest of the students had left the classroom. "Where do we go next?"

"It's lunchtime; I'll take you to the dining hall. And I have something I need to talk to you about…"

"Alright. How's the food here? Is it any good?"

"It's okay. Never try the poached eggs, but other than that, it's all digestible."

"That's great; I'm starving…"

"But what about Seb—that is, Mr. Michaelis?" Ciel looked over at his butler, who was still pretending to be absolutely fascinated by his lesson plans.

"What about him? It's lunchtime. I'm saving him for dessert."

The chalk broke in Sebastian's hands; he whirled around to glare at Eleanora, but she just gave him an innocent smile and coyly waved her fingers at him. He turned away and knelt down to pick up the fallen chalk. Ciel was slightly disconcerted to see that he was blushing. Well, he was happy to be complimented. Hopefully it wouldn't become a problem in the future.

"Anyway," he said to Eleanora at the dining hall, temporarily banishing thoughts of Sebastian and his weirdness, "do you know why I was called here?"

"…I am hoping it was to make you into a better man?"

"No. Someone special to the Queen was sent here, and he hasn't been replying to any letters. It's as if he's completely disappeared."

"So you're supposed to find him."

"That's right, only he's in another house. There are four houses, and they have rather incredible rivalries. I can't explore them fully, but you might be able to."

"So you want me to find information on this person? See where he vanished off to?"

"Yes, exactly! The one who should really know what happened to him is the Principal…"

"Then go straight to the Principal; why are you asking me?"

"Access to the Principal is limited. The only ones who can get close to him are the Prefects."

"Then get close to the Prefects."

"I'm trying, but there's a problem…"

"There always seems to be one."

"The problem is Maurice Cole. As long as he's in favor with the Prefects, I'm not able to get close to them."

Eleanora gave him a big, friendly smile.

"…Who the ! is Maurice Cole?"

"...Mauricia."

"Oh, that one! Yes, I remember her…So what? You want me to explore the other houses for clues about the disappearances, and you also want me to dig up some dirt on Mauricia?"

"That's right. Can you do all that?"

"My Lord," Eleanora said, licking her lips, "!ing up the school life is what I do best."