Welcome To The Phantomhives {Kuroshitsuji x Modern!Reader}

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Warning: Maybe some ooc for the mc but not really *hee hee*, a special guest, slight mentions of mc's backstory and most of the chapter isn't from the manga until the end.

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗, 𝕴𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘

Y/n had awoken by the sound of something hitting her window. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up. She didn't bother to change her attire from earlier. As she made her way there, the knocking on the glass continued.

"Okay okay." y/n said groggily, she opened the window and a raven flew inside; tossing a closed envelope on her desk. With dull eyes, she took a look at the seal and immediately recognised it so she tore it open. "How did they find me?"

'Lady Kinsley,

We invite you to the celebration of the appointing of a new High Warlock. It would be our deepest pleasure to have the future High Sorceress of London join us.

The party will be taking place in Los Angeles' tallest establishment, you'll know where when you arrive.

Regards,
The High Warlocks'

Her smile twitched as her eyes were wide and she slightly crumpled the paper in her hands. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down her nerves.

She sighed as she turned to her mirror which was floor-length "It can't be helped then." she flicked her wrists and in a cloud of f/c, her clothing changed into an embellished drape gold-like dress which reached above her knees and some silver coloured high heels while her hair were tied in a bun "This will suffice." she said in exasperation.

She turned around and threw her hands wide by her side, creating a fiery portal. She approached it, she paused for a moment, closed her eyes and sighed, and then she reopened them. Her e/c orbs glimmering with anxiety as she crossed the portal. She was back in her world but in L.A.

Y/n didn't feel like searching the place so she teleported instantly at the steps of the building the event was being held at. It was a mansion, the h/c haired girl noted mentally, but whose? She also noticed that it was filled with people - warlocks - that she didn't know and that she was the youngest amongst them. Then, a warlock with dark long hair tied back in a ponytail, beard, brown eyes and dark clothing, approached with a drink in each hand.

"Ah, if it isn't y/n Kinsley." the man said, he handed her a drink

She took it reluctantly as she looked at him with an unreadable look on her face, "Where is Bane?"

He chuckled, "I am Loren-"

"I don't care." she interrupted him curtly with her regular look on her face "I wish to know where Magnus Bane is. If I was curious about you, I'd ask."

"He should be here somewhere." he looked around "What about showing you around and perhaps have a-" when he turned to look at her, she was long gone "-drink?"

The h/c haired lady was looking around to find the one of the very few people she felt comfortable around. When she started losing her patience, she sat by the corner, a glass of champagne in her hand as she looked at the people in the room boringly. The scent of perfume was strong that she had refrain herself from sneezing in public and, added to that, there was an orchestra of pale young women and men with, possibly, dyed hair in different colours.

"This is dull." she muttered monotonously

"Couldn't agree more, my dear." her eyes instantly became lively at the sound of the voice. She turned around and hugged the person, spilling her drink in the process, tightly. "I'm happy to see you too, shooting star."