All eyes were on Ciel in horrified anticipation as to what would transpire between Violet and the little lord. The atmosphere between the P4's was most definitely suppressing, while the fags didn't seem the least concerned. And so, Ciel pushed forward.

"Ah yeah, we played together multiple times when we were little." Ciel pressed himself against the railing a bit more firmly. Hellebore's tongue flicked out and over her snout as she breathed in the slight hint of anxiousness that appeared from her young master. She wrapped herself tighter about the wooden paneling as she continued to observe.

"Derrick wrote to me and said he was in Red house. So I was surprised to learn he had transferred into purple house after he entered the school."

The head of Blue house merely pushed up his glasses. "That's because it took us a while to notice his true personality."

The head of Red house sighed as he crossed his ankles on the plush of the couch. "He was even my fag for a while...he was excellent. But..."

Violet finished Red's sentence as his eyes narrowed slightly in disgust. "He was weird." Ciel looked confused by this statement. Although he hid it easily by continuing the conversation. "Ah, I see, but the Violet dorm has many weir- I mean, students who excel at certain arts and all. What was Derrick's specialty?" Ciel asked with interest.

Almost simultaneously all the P4's answered.

"Cricket." One said, "Memorizing." Proclaimed another, "Poetry." and "Embroidery." Also were stated.

Even Hellebore was a little confused by the simultaneous answer.

"Anyway!" Red exclaimed, brining the attention back to himself. "The principal decided on moving him. There are no mistakes in the principal's commands, the Principals decisions are absolute!"

Hellebore looked once more at Violet's sketch pad, and was most impressed to see a very well done sketch of a stoic Ciel, being encased by the jabberwocky of Lewis Carrols imagination.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Hellebore stood unmoving in Sebastian's office as dorm head, and she didn't look up when arms snaked themselves around her waist.

Sebastian's lips placed themselves on her neck as one of his fingers tapped on her neck.
"And what is my Demoness brooding about?" Sebastian murmured as he turned Hellebore around, into his chest.

"Not brooding, thinking." Hellebore stated, though it was muffled by the fabric of Sebastian's shirt.
"About?"
"The principal."

Sebastian pulled back and grinned. "Yes, I have been pondering that very topic myself."

Xxxxxxxxxx

"He was an excellent student you know." Mr. Agares commented offhandedly as he continued to walk along the hallway with Mr. Michaelis.
"I see...then why was he transferred to another dorm?"
"Who knows...the principal decided on it."

Even from Mr. Agares nonchalance on the topic, Sebastian still continued his array of questions.

"Could he have stopped going to school due to the shock of having been relocated?" Sebastian asked, hoping to gain an insight.
"Who knows...the principal decided on it, you..."
Mr. Agares was cut off however as he misplaced his foot and went tumbling headfirst down a staircase. However, as the bleeding man was offered to be taken to the infirmary by Sebastian, he politely declined.

As Mr. Agares left Sebastian staring after him confusedly, Hellebore poked her head out from beneath Sebastian's collar. She looked at him, and as much as a snake could muster, gave him a look that clearly read: What the hell?

Xxxxxxxxxx

Ciel's eyes widened drastically as Sebastian lifted him off the floor with inhuman strength, covered his mouth, and hid him beneath his cloak.

He looked up at the roaming P4 with a smile.

"Looking for something?" He questioned lightly, as he pretended to look for a book. The light in the library was originating from the P4's lamp as well as Sebastian's own candle, as it was the middle of the night. The P4 shook his head in apology before turning around and leaving.

After a moment, Ciel emerged from beneath Sebastian's cloak as he breathed out. "It seems I may have been a bit too obvious with my prodding regarding Derrick."
"Yes...They even had you followed." Sebastian commented dryly.

"However, I've gained nothing for my prodding...It seems we will have to use every method necessary to come into direct contact with Derrick.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Ciel took Sebastian's lantern from him with a smirk of content.

"If I can't go in, I'll just have to make them come out!" He cried as, with a mighty heave he threw the lantern into a window, effectively shattering the glass, and eliciting flames to the drapes.

"Do you know of Weston Colleges 87th rule, Mr. Michaelis?" Ciel asked with a huff as he crossed his arms and smirked at Sebastian. Sebastian however, was not at all taken off guard as he raised his hand to his chin before opening his mouth.

He never got to finish though, as a much more feminine voice appeared from behind both the contractor and the Demon. Green eyes popped out of the darkness as Hellebore stepped forward, joining the two.

"In case of an alarm such as fire in the school or one of the dormitories, all students should rapidly seek refuge in the school gardens and have the prefects take a roll call." Hellebore recited with an unusually mocking voice as her gaze turned to the growing flames.

"You know, if you're find out, the consequences will be great. Although...I suppose we really shouldn't be surprised...this is the young master we're talking about." She smirked before raising a finger to her lips.

"Ah, I should be going, I can't be seen."