Ciel Phantomhive, a well respected student of Lawrence Bluewer's house. Being quite close to Bluewer himself as his drudge you grew quite fond of the boy, admiring his courageous character and how organised and strategic he is, so in praise of his nobility he showed outing that menace Maurice Cole you had offered him a place as your drudge which he humbly took.

He took his duties very seriously, never skipping a deadline and completing his tasks efficiently. How couldn't he have been your drudge sooner? He was much more useful than your previous drudge who slacked so often you yourself ended up doing everything yourself on top of Bluewer's requests.

"Good morning to you, I sewed your button you asked me to sew back on." A voice called, peeking around the dormitory door, it was the Phantomhive boy.

He presented the blazer with fake enthusiasm, feeling internally disgusted with himself for acting so pleasant and proud despite not being the one himself who had fixed the button.

"Is there much else to do before I head down to breakfast?" Ciel asked, keeping up his innocent act, standing straight with his hands behind his back 'how utterly embarrassing.' he thought, mentally rolling his eyes in absolute distaste. If he continue this anymore he might end up ripping his hair out while whining to his butler again for the second night in a row.