(Glinda's P.O.F.)

"Oh, Margie! Look at this place! It's absolutely breathtaking!" Glinda Amboise cried as she looked up at the beautiful gray stone castle before her. The marble steps led up to the huge mahogany doors that went into the school itself. The grounds were a stunning green and blue fountains dotted the landscape. Ivy grew along the walls of the old castle and it's four towers stood proudly against the cloudless sky.

"It's beautiful, ma chère princesse." Margaret set her sixteen year old mistress' pink suitcases down. "I've moved all your furniture into your room already, as you requested. I'll take your bags up now, then make some tea. Would you like to head up there now, so as to be there when your roommate arrives?"

Glinda nodded her head, her shoulder length, curly blonde hair bobbing. She fixed her sky blue eyes on her maid. "You did make sure to pack all of my gloves, correct?"

Margaret smiled. "Of course, young mistress. One of every color and style, as you requested."

"Very good. Now," she smiled a perfect white smile, her teeth sparkling under her perfectly pink lips. She dusted the skirt of her green traveling dress off and fixed her sun hat on her head. "Let's get settled, shall we?"

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(Ciel's P.O.F.)

"I hate this," he grumbled. "I absolutely hate this."

"It's only for a semester, my lord. You're going undercover, and you love going undercover."

"It will admit, it's fun to do from time to time, but not when I have to PRETEND TO BE A LADY!"

Sebastian chuckled as he watched Ciel's little tantrum. His face was flushed with embarrassment, making his pale cheeks the color of the rosy pink traveling dress he was wearing. The extensions in his hair cascaded to either side of him, leaving bangs to cover his eyepatch. A matching hat sat upon his head.

Ciel, meanwhile, was a fuming, nervous wreck. What did the Queen take him for? A fool? A puppet? He'd better get something good out of this.

They came to a halt at a small mahogany door. A brass plate read 687, the dorm room he would be staying in. Under it, a gold lion's head knocker. Ciel nodded at his black-clad Butler and with a white gloved hand, he opened the door.

"Hello!" a bubbly voice cried.

Ciel blinked his one uncovered eye in surprise. There, dressed in green with a brown sun hat upon her head, was a girl. And a really pretty one at that.

Staring at the girl, who had him mesmerized in her beauty, he said something any man would do in a situation like this, "Uh...."

She laughed, a bell like sort of sound that warmed his heart, though he wasn't sure why. He was a demon, he shouldn't have been able to feel emotions.

He cleared his throat and tried again, making his voice higher, "Oh! Hello!" He offered a small smile.

"My name's Glinda Ambroise, the only living member of the French noble Ambroise family." She offered him her right hand, which he noticed adorned a brown glove to match her hat and boots, and an emerald green ring. Around the emerald was a ring of diamonds, all set along a thin gold band.

He gently took her hand in his. "Ciel- I mean, Cecilia Phantom, pleased to meet you, Glinda."

"The pleasure is all mine, Cecilia." Glinda motioned for her maid to come forward. "This is my maid, Margaret Reynolds."

Her maid had Foret red hair and wickedly bright green eyes. She offered a smile and Ciel had to hold in a gasp of surprise. He knew that smile, it was the same one Sebastian always had on his face.

A demon's smile.

He took in Glinda's gloved hands as well as Margaret's. He could feel the dark aura emitting from the demoness, and he could smell a scent that he had always loved when he was young: strawberries. That had to have been the scent of Glinda's soul. But, why would someone so good make a deal with a demon?

".....and here is where you will be sleeping." Ciel snapped back to attention at the sound of Glinda's voice as she pointed to a small bed on the opposite side of the small room. On his side was a mahogany desk, a bedside table with the same wood, and a small wardrobe for his clothes.

On her side, as if the room had been cut right down the middle, the hardwood floor was the same, but the room had been turned into a three-shades-of-pink boudoir. Her silk sheets and comforter were edged with white lace, her wardrobe had been painted white like the rest of the furniture, which was the same pieces as Ciel's on the other side. From the window hung pink curtains with white lace. Pictures were everywhere, of her and what must have been her younger brother on the table, a picture of her parents on the desk and several with her and her friends along the top of the desk and wardrobe.

Somehow, Ciel didn't find it atrocious. In fact, he smiled the tiniest bit. Pink definitely suited Glinda.

"And this is obviously my side!" She giggled. "If you need help adjusting the room, I can have Margie here help you and your butler, what was your name again?" She turned her face to Sebastian.

"Sebastian Michaelis, at your service, my lady." Sebastian swept her a bow.

Glinda nodded then turned to Ciel. "So Cici, do you mind if I call you that?"

"Well, it's a little perky," he said, biting back the way his heart soared at the nickname.

"Oh pish posh! You need a nickname. But not me, I'm still Glinda." She tossed her hair. "Now, it's late. I'll leave you to unpack in peace. Come, Margaret."

And with that, her maid following her like a shadow, they disappeared into the small, white marble bathroom.

Ciel turned to Sebastian. The latter looked down amused at his young master. "Well, she was spritely."

"Especially for a girl of noble status." Ciel looked at the now closed door Glinda had disappeared through.

"You know what, Sebastian? I think living here for a few months won't be so bad."