haha, long post is long, sorry!
[A cacophony of equally happy memories cycle past until the magic settles on one. A sickly child all of nine years old takes a spill, skidding across the floor from where he is fleeing from a pursuing dark suited man.]
Oh dear, Ciel! You fell! [The man quickly approaches the child on the floor, who's already beginning to sniffle and tear up.] You fell so hard, son! Quickly! Did you hurt the marble?
[The impending tears are immediately forgotten as Ciel gasps, turning speedily to pat his small, delicate hands along the marble top of the floor, even though his eyes are telling him that there are indeed no scratches, cracks or holes. Oh good, the marble floor is unharmed.] Father! I didn't hurt the marble. It's all right!
Oh thank God. [The tall, handsome man known as father sweeps the child up, cuddling him close and placing quick kisses on his round cheeks as the child giggles.] That would have been a catastrophe, but I'm sure it would have forgiven you for choosing to sprawl all over it.
[A woman, mother the memory helpfully whispers, chuckles fondly from the seat near the fireplace where she's reading a missive addressed to "The Queen's Watchdog". She drops the letter in her lap.] Could you not at least check him for--
Should I? [The father cuts in, smirking.] He's a Phantomhive. We're made of studier stock than that. Besides, you know who we have on our side, it would take--
[The memory winds down, blending in from the edges until nothing but soft colors and the encompassing feeling of being cherished above all others remains. Ciel, the one from the here and now, remains standing across from Sakura, a polite, inquisitive expression on his face as he waits for her to continue her sentence. He's unaware of what she's witnessed, or even how the feather works.]