Wizard Butler by Blihioma

Chapter 3 : heart

Harry rolled he's eyes when entering the lounge private Vincent. The piece was deliberately subdued and his employer was at the center of it. He had the art of staging! Harry did not think that he really needed, his associates respected him already, but Vincent liked to play with the spirit of his entourage. And he did very well to say: everyone whispering between them in a low voice, as if they would not be heard from others, while he was perfectly safe in this room, more than anywhere in the mansion. Harry had indeed protected him from eavesdroppers with his magic, but the atmosphere set up by Vincent was much stronger than the sense of security which they could benefit.

The Butler crept among these men who ignored him all. It was not accepted, but it was not rejected. The first time that Vincent took him in this room, this had not happened with a large majority of the people present, including Diedrich and Chlaus. They had never had any problems with Tanaka because they knew the man when they were still children. But otherwise, any partner who didn't go out of the aristocracy was difficult for them to accept. It wasn't until they thought themselves superior to the ordinary people, but they were raised thinking that you couldn't mix the two worlds. The arrival of Pitt, this joyful reporter, and then that of Harry who came out of nowhere, had been difficult for them and they had clearly expressed their discontent.

Vincent had gently explained he could not his Hadrian that was much more relevant and important than they separate all together. They didn't know what it meant, and even if the Lord called him "Wizard Butler" in front of them, they did not understand what that really meant. Poor little ignorant things.

Harry was usually standing alongside Vincent during his meetings, simply waiting that they end to return to his business. His only role was to scan the minds of those present to guess their intentions. The first time he did it, he had discovered a mole in the police service which had been immediately eliminated. Then there was the mafia who had wanted to hit Vincent to be the one to lead the London Underground. It also mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Vincent took time to other less important partners in these meetings, to assess by Harry.

Even today, he passed through the thoughts of the people in the room - a traitor could make an appearance at any time - but once, it was nothing to worry about that he doesn't have to refer to Vincent. He brushed his right elbow to prevent - a code established by the Lord - and straightened up, expecting to finish the rest of the evening, every time. But his employer had obviously other projects because he made a sign to Tanaka who approached the Gramophone * and set off one of the songs that were passed at the Party earlier.

Those present in the room turned to their host with a question on the lips, but the Lord Phantomhive ignored all bowing to its Hadrian and asking him sensually:

"Give me you this dance?

Harry checked himself to raise his eyes to heaven, but he also hid this small joy which had exploded in his heart. No, he would not be happy to dance with Vincent, after seeing him spend his evening on the arm of this cutesy stuck-up, without any education. Ok then... He confessed to have been jealous... At least a little... But Rachel was really pale next to his sister Angelina. She only had her aristocratic beauty for her.

"Of course, My Lord." ' Replied Harry, hiding his contentment at best.

He knew that he had failed when he met the Brown eyes sparkling amusement of his master. Too bad, it would owe. As soon as a hand he knew well, was laid on his size, he forgot the frown of Chlaus, the scowl of Diedrich, the eternal fun of Pitt and the reactions of the other associates of Vincent. He had more them two, dancing in the center of the room, to the rhythm of music.

He would have liked to be able to let go against his Lord, but they unfortunately had an audience a bit too conscious of her every move. Yet the look threw Vincent reassured him. Yes, they could not yet do what they wanted, but they understood what the other felt and they had again all night to erase its moments of jealousy...