The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

In the morning: The Butler, Tidying Up

*3rd pov*

[Weston College, a distinguished public school attended by the sons of aristocrats from all over Great Britain. And it is into this house of learning, where tradition and discipline reign... ...that I've stolen in order to investigate a certain matter. The issue is this– beginning with Derrick Arden, son of Duke Clemens, cousin to her Majesty, The Queen... ...A number of students have failed to return home to their families for quite some time. Weston College is an insular institution with which even the government can't interfere. What exactly is going on behind its guarded walls?]

"Oh, darn!" Ciel stops himself from stepping on the grass. "'Only the four prefects are allowed to cross the lawn'... was how the rule went, didn't it?" He reminds himself and walks away with (Y/n) sleeping on his shoulder.

*Headmaster's Office*

"It's been a whole day since you moved into your house... are you getting situated, Phantomhive?" Greenhill said.

"If you don't feel like you're fitting into Blue House, come to Red House anytime. Someone of your status shall always be welcome." Redmond offers.

"The Headmaster alone retains the right to decide the House to which a student is assigned. There are no exceptions." Bluewer adjusts his glasses.

"...Mm, well, all the Houses are the same, if you ask me." Violet mutters.

"Our school is a prestigious public school protected by tradition and discipline. Now that you have entered its halls, we must ask that you obey its rules. Typically, the Headmaster would be the one imparting his wisdom to you here, but as he is terribly busy... ...I shall act as his substitute. I am Johann Agares, Vice Headmaster." Agares introduces himself.

"In this school, the first and last word lies with the Headmaster." Greenhill said.

"And here, at school, his word is absolute." Redmond said.

"The Headmaster has entrusted us prefects with complete autonomy herein." Bluewer said.

"A rather disagreeable role, having all manner of tiresome matters forced upon us." Violet said.

"That has been the tradition of our school since its founding. And..." Agares continues.

"...Tradition is absolute!" The four say in sync.

"Do you vow to obey the code of our traditions and discipline?" Agares questions Ciel. "I do." Ciel said. "In that case, please sign here." Agares stands up as he opens the book and takes a step, but tumbles down. "!?" All of the guys jump at that while (Y/n) tries to hold her laugh. "MISTER AGARES!!?" The P4 shout. "Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me." He stands up with blood on his forehead. "Your signature here, please." Agares hands Ciel the feathered pen. 'Damn, he's not phased at all.' (Y/n) looks at the Vice Headmaster. Ciel writes down his name in the book. "Welcome to Weston College, Phantomhive. We embrace your presence among us." Agares offers his hand to Ciel and he shakes his hand.

"May you enjoy your school like here and take care of your kitty." Redmond said as the P4 starts to walk away. "Excuse me! When might I be able to exchange greetings with the headmaster?" Ciel asks. "Due to his exceedingly full schedule, the Headmaster does not have time to exchange pleasantries with ordinary pupils. Only we prefects may see him." Bluewer explains. 'Ordinary students aren't allowed to meet with the Headmaster? So he's practically the absolute monarch of this school...?' Ciel thinks.

[Public schools are... ...places where primarily boys thirteen to eighteen years of age devote themselves to their studies while living together in dormitories. The entirety of the students' lives are governed by the sound of bells. And so begins another day at this public school.]