St Jacobs School for Boys, the most prominent and well renowned school in Britain, with a fine reputation in Europe also. You should all be very proud to attend here, and I would hope that you will all behave in a manner befitting this fine establishment. Built in-…..

The young Phantomhive had successfully zoned out the man's droning at this point. He became nothing more than a faint buzzing at the back of his mind, as he glanced around at all the other first years staring with avid attention. A little noise escaped his lips as he shook his head. Boring…

The large hall they stood in was warm and stuffy, a faint smell of perspiration and pipe smoke that seemed to cling to the air around him, tendrils encircling his nose and mouth, a dull pang of panic as a blanket of claustrophobia descended over him. Shifting the weight between his feet, he gave a small cough, breaking through the silence. No one seemed to take any notice of him, except one boy. His head shot up at the sound, a frown on his thin face as he turned around to seek out the creator of the disturbance.

Vincent stared back at him, hand over his mouth. Dark blue eyes narrowed at this stranger, figuring his expression to be disapproval, he coughed again, louder this time. He couldn't help it. This boy seemed to challenge him, and the young Phantomhive was quick to fight. There was immediate tension between the two, bristling so strongly, it was surprising that it did not manifest itself like bolts of electricity spiralling through the muggy air. Vincent smirked at him, as he lowered his hand. The boy gave a small roll of his eyes and turned his attention back to the droning sound of the headmaster, who was now going through a long list of all the famous past pupils of school.

The rooms were given out, names shouted over the babble of boys talking, along with a room number. "Deiderich. Vincent. 304"

Vincent arrived in the room, his roommate was already there. He couldn't believe it, it was that guy from earlier. Perfect, he was stuck in the room with the goody two shoes.

"Hello, I'm Vincent Phantomhive! Who are you?" He declared his name with obvious pride, assuming the boy would have already heard of his family. Most people had, and were normally quick to praise his fathers work in glowing terms. Vincent wasn't really sure why, considering all he did was run some kind of company.

"Oh…I'm Deiderich. It is a pleasure to meet you." he spoke with a thick cultured accent, that made Vincent automatically lean forward in an attempt to understand him. It was a nice way of speaking though, the words seemed to roll off his tongue like honey. There was a long awkward pause as Deiderich did not offer up anymore words of greeting, and began to solemnly unpack his bag. He seemed to be avoiding the young earl's eyes,

"Oh great…" Vincent thought, throwing himself down on his bed, testing the softness. "Looks like school is going to be great fun…" Without another word, he turned his back on him, scowling about his bad luck.