Series 1 - New Home.
“Alfonse!” Spencer called. I woke up from the dream I was having, it was a good dream. “Alfonse get up!” Spencer yelled, I heard his drumming footsteps coming up the stairs. I rose and stumbled to my dresser,
“I’m up! I’m up!” I yelled, he stopped at the door,
“Good.” he muttered, I waited for him to leave but instead he opened the door, “Get dressed, you have butler training in an hour.” he hissed, I rolled my eyes as he glared at me with his amber iris’s that lay behind his glasses. He had short brown hair with blonde streaks running through it, he was wearing his suit again. For the fifth time we’d been here. Spencer had gotten a job at this estate a few weeks ago as a butler, we had only arrived five days ago and yet our ‘master’ hadn’t seen to us yet. We’ve been living off the orders from his son, Edward, for the past week. I raised my eyebrows and pulled on my button up shirt, slipping into my black trousers and black shoes before buttoning up my tail coat and joining my mentor downstairs. He straightened my hair as we waited in front of Edwards door. Compared to Spencer I was quite short, although that may be because of my age. I was thirteen and a butler in training. I was a Butlers Butler.
“Spencer!” Edward yelled. I flinched at his stupid voice, high pitched and whiney. “Spencer get here now!” my mentor sighed and opened the two large wooden doors to Edwards room, he was sitting in his bed. Even I could tell he was cross,
“Yes Master Edward?” Spencer asked with manners,
“WHy isn’t my clothes set out for me?” Edward growled, Spencer smiled calmly,
“We didn’t want to set your clothes out just yet, we might’ve waken you or you could’ve pushed them off while you were sleeping--”
“Fine then! Get me dressed!” he ordered, I closed the doors as Spender tried to dress the four year old. Tougher than it sounds. I sighed and leant against the wall, I heard foostepts coming towards me as I stood up straight with no emotions on my face, if it was out Master I could not look him in the eye, its just manners apparently. I could be punished, severely.I looked past the oncoming visitor to the door,
“Ah, is my son doing well?” he asked, I looked down at his shoes and nodded,
“Yes, Master, your son is doing fine. Spencer is dressing him as we speak,” I replied clearly, the man laughed quietly,
“Very good, please tend to it that breakfast is served,” he said before walking off,
“Yes...Master,” I replied. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. The large wooden doors opened as Edward walked out with Spencer trailing behind him,
"Where's father?" Edward demanded, I shrugged. Spencer glared daggars at me,
"He went down the hallway to your right," I said, Spencer nodded and Edward prused his lips,
"Fine," he muttered, storming off. I walked over to Spencer,
"What happened?" I whispered,
"He had a tantrum, again." he sighed, "Has the Master returned?"
"Yes, I aw him this morning--"
"You didn't look him in the eyes, did you?" he asked, I shook my head,
"No, I looked at my shoes. But he wanted us to make breakfast." I replied, Spencer nodded and continued down the hallway,
"Come," he ordered. I followed him as we entered the kitchen. The maids were cooking the food, their delicate faces creased in concentration,
"What are they cooking?" I asked,
"They're cooking bread, soup, pancakes, waffles. Whatever the Master wants," he replied, an old lady handed us each a tray, "Remember how to carry it," Spencer hissed. I nodded and balanced it on my hand, I hoped it wouldn't fall.
I followed the others into the large dining room, the thin, long table took up most of the space as out Master and his mistress sat at either side of the long ends. Edwards and his sister, Blair, said in the middle, facing each other. We laid the dished out along the table and waited in the corner of the room, we weren't allowed to talk unless we were being spoken too. Rule 340 in the Butlers rule book. I held my position with great difficulty, you couldn't smile or laugh or frown, even now. You would get punished. Spencer nodded for us to leave. My Butler training started in five minuets and we had to get from one side of the estate to the other, through the winding mazes and large hallways, out Master had let us use one of his empty rooms for my training as part of our deal to serve him. Fair trade as far as I'm concerned,
"Alfonse, I want you to know that you have been behaving well since we arrived. This is your first proper Butler job, isn't it?" he asked, I nodded,
"Yes, sir." I replied, he nodded,
"I'm surprised, really, you've never worked as a Butler?"
"No, never as a Butler. But I am only an apprentice," I admitted, he laughed,
"Of course," he said, tapping my shoulder. Here goes two years of Butler training, yay.
