~IV~
The first thing Harriet noticed about the boy was his small stature. Even in the chair he looked like a midget! He had blue hair and an eyepatch also.
Confused, she just stood there standing outside the door frame staring at the poised earl. This little guy just couldn't be the all powerful Earl of Phantomhive! He was so young!
"Please, come in won't you." He said in a slight tone of annoyance. She blinked and slowly walked in taking in the gigantic office around her."How could such a young boy look so evil?" she thought to herself. The last she remembered little pirates were adorable.
"Please," said the earl, "have a seat and relax. I'm only here to ask you some questions." His one blue eye shined in the sunlight making his countenance a bit brighter, but also a bit darker and even more mysterious.
Confusing...
This Ciel Phantomhive, earl to this estate all by himself with only a butler and two servants, at least the one she knows of, was a weird puzzle that she couldn't wrap her head around. They all seemed so familiar, yet so different.
Reluctantly, she sat down and folded her hands in her lap on her lap in thought. Her brain was just mixed up in bunches of jumbled thoughts, yet she couldn't form a single one. Her head hurt every time. No wonder she was sent away to an institution.
"Now, I just have some questions for you and they shouldn't be hard to answer if you choose to answer them." He replied the last part in a more hard, threatening tone.
It was when Sabastian spoke up that Harriet remembered he was in the room. His sweet, velvety voice felt like honey on her ears. "Excuse me young master, but I've made the observation that this woman doesn't speak at all."
A vein seemed to pop on the young earl's forehead. It kinda amused Harriet and a small smile crept on her face barely noticeable to anyone.
After Ciel's little episode, he quickly brought out some pieces of paper and a fountian pen from one of the drawers of his ornate desk. The desk, too large for him, made an appreciable hum as he closed the drawer.
As he cleared his throat, he quietly handed Harriet the paper and pen. Harriet stared at it confusedly and scared. She looked to Sabastian for approval. Noticing her stare, Sabastian smiled and nodded that it was okay.
Harriet blinked slowly, and took the paper and pen from the young earls hand. She felt the skin of the cut wood. It was ever so smooth. Harriet had never written before, nor read.
The institution never really had young children there, and because there were so many people the nuns had to look after, none of them ever had the time to teach her to read or write.
"Now, first question," Ciel started, "What is your name?" He stared at her as he put his hands up above his upper lip giving her that analyzing stare.
Cautiously, Harriet lightly wrote her name. It was perfect english. "How am I doing this?" She thought surprised for herself. Maybe she was actually crazy.
Ciel picked up the splashed paper gently and read the name aloud. "Harriet, huh? That's an interesting name." He handed the paper back to her and she stared down it confusedly.
She shouldn't know how to read or write, she was never taught. The more she thought about it, the more her brain hurt.
Suddenly, Harriet started seeing her hand glide across some paper and, someone else's hand. The hand was very dark in contrast to her own. It had wrinkled skin from years of experience and wisdom. As soon as the vison came, it left.
Someone did teach Harriet to write, but who? The only part of the memory showed that person's hand. Why was she getting these all of a sudden?
She had to let go of the thought for now though, because the earl was asking another question and she didn't want to miss it.