All is Calm; All is Bright…Until…
Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl.
Artemis sat in his study, looking out the window. The ground was covered in a beautiful blanket of snow, untouched and still perfect. And then someone ruined his smile, and drove him into confusion. He stood up, and walked out onto the overhanging balcony, dismissing the urge to become warm again when he stepped into the cold. Underneath the balcony, someone had left footprints; this wasn't what confused him though. It was the fact that the footprints ended abruptly after spelling out a message oh so obviously for him.
"Merry Christmas Arty!" was spelt perfectly in tiny footsteps across the surface of the snow. Artemis came to his conclusion rather quickly. The only three people in his life that a) could get past the gate without Butler knowing, and b) called him Arty without receiving a death wish, were Juliet, his mother, and one Miss Captain Holly Short. Since his mother was at the shopping mall buying presents, and wouldn't dream of doing that kind of thing to Artemis, he knew it wasn't her. Juliet was competing in a wrestling competition in America, so he mentally scratched her name too. And that left one. Before he could call her name, he felt a cold tingle inducing snow ball hit the back of his neck, followed by fits of laughter, from none other than Holly Short herself.
Artemis found himself smiling as he turned around to face the Captain.
"Hello, Holly. Merry Christmas to you also."
As she controlled her laughter, she replied. "Sheesh, Artemis, always so formal." And as she walked forward to give him a hug, he stepped back. She laughed again. "Don't worry, I'm out of ammo." When he still looked skeptical, she raised her arms in peace. He nodded, and she walked up to him, arms still raised. As she stood on her tippy toes to embrace him, she felt a cold tingle run down her spine, and realized that Artemis had just crushed a snowball over her head.
She stepped back from him, a look of horror on her face. It was his turn to laugh. And as he shrugged, he chuckled, "I never said I was."
This could be continued…but I think I'd need some encouragement. Reviews?