Chapter III

                                    

                                          
 
                          

                          
            Upon reaching he manor, Sebastian puts Ciel in his room and asks me to wait in the kitchen. I sigh, smelling all of the aromas of human food. Though I find none appetizing, the scents are like a perfume.
                          
            I pull off my black cloak and drape it across one of my shoulders, holding it in place with my left hand. Leaning against a counter, I sigh with boredom. My two bright white cats sit at my feet, as the grey kitten remains tucked into my right arm, against me.
                          
            “Oy, I’ll try and start up some supper for the young master!” I hear a masculine voice call out from just outside the kitchen.
                          

                          
            “Hold up, hold up Baldroy! I’ve got a load of new plates, just come in to replace the broken ones!  Yes, yes!” another strange sounding, higher pitched voice yells, most likely a female now.
                          

                          
            I hear rushed, clumsy footsteps, and a redheaded maid bursts through the door, carrying a very high stack of plates. They wobble dangerously as she stumbles. “Oh my!” She yelps as she trips over the smallest crack of tile in the kitchen, and the plates tip, slowly tumbling to the ground.
                          
            I act quickly; grabbing about ten with my left hand, witch means dropping my cloak to the ground. Then I balance six plates on my foot, and the remaining four on my head. I still hold the small grey kitten in my right arm; he mews in discomfort at being moved suddenly. The red head, and a tall blonde man with a cigarette in his mouth, stand dumbfounded.
                          
The maid quickly snaps out of it, screeching loudly, “So sorry miss! So sorry!”
                          
She dashes around for a few seconds, then frantically reaches for the plates to help me.
                          
            “That’s all right, I’ve got it,” I tell her in a stony voice, placing the plates in my hand on the counter, sliding the ones on my head off, and kicking my leg up, forcing the plates balanced on my foot to glide through the air. I catch them and place them on the counter as well.
                          
            “Oh very nice miss, thank you!” the maid says rather loudly.
                          

                          
            “Yes, well done,” the tall blonde man states, his cheeks going rosy as he meets my gaze.
                          

                          
            I look up to find Sebastian now standing in the entryway of the kitchen.
                          
“I’ve told you before, Meyrin, don’t try to balance so many plates at once,” he scolds with a cold smile.
                          

                          
            The maid, Meyrin, blushes and nods quickly, “Sorry Sebastian.”
                          

                          
“Baldroy, your assistance is not needed, I’ll take things from here,” he tells the blonde man.
                          

                          
“If you’re sure,” Baldroy shrugs and walks out of the kitchen.
                          

                          
“Such troublesome servants,” Sebastian murmurs.
                          

                          
            “Rather entertaining though,” I answer quietly, with a cold grin.
                          

                          
I then move back towards the counter and bend down to pick up the cloak that I’d dropped when assisting the helpers.