Phantomhive Follies

Phantomhive manor had a reputation for peculiarities, but that didn't prepare Mey-Rin for the day she'd slipped while bathing. She shrieked, only to behold Sebastian pop out of a wall after ethering through multiple floors and walls because he'd thought his young master was in some sort of danger. She was still wearing her night shift (it was winter) and only standing in four inches of hot water, but Sebastian's performance earned another screech.

"My my, Miss Maid, what an overwrought imagination," he smirked, reversing his performance.

Afterwards, the whole manor knew whenever Mey was bathing by her hopeful shrieks.

Finnian was no thief, but he did love Phantomhive's carriage horses. Sebastian wasn't fooled by him sneaking apples or carrots from the pantry occasionally, but when he swiped two of that season's last wizened D'Arcy Spices from the table where Sebastian was assembling tarts for a party months before any new crop was expected, the butler determined to cure him.

Finnian ran outside, but instead of the barn and stabled beasts, he found a flaming carriage hitched to nightmares and a driver in stilettos asking for 'that apple thief, bound for Hell.'

Apples flew and Finnian fainted: a reformed character.

Ciel enjoyed an unanticipated chance to practice keeping his face straight under duress as he stood listening to Bard's sheepish explanation of how he'd blown the side of the kitchen, including the chimney, cooker and Sebastian's favourite cat (whom he'd brought in out of the blizzard,) out into the formal rose garden, while the irate butler leaped about behind the cook's back, pantomiming choking, stabbing repeatedly, then (Ciel was pretty sure,) ripping off an arm and beating the 'cook' to death with it.

The boy felt proud of himself; he'd not given it away by so much as a twitch.