Enjoy! Happy birthday Artemis Fowl!
x x x x
Who is Holly Short?!
"Arty has a girlfriend! Arty has a girlfriend!"
"Stop it Beckett!" Artemis Fowl the second cried, chasing after his little brother.
"Arty has a girlfriend! Arty has a-," WOOF! Beckett turned the corner and ran straight into his father.
"What's this about Artemis having a girlfriend?" The person in question blushed red.
"Its nothing." The boy said quickly in a way that totally implied it wasn't nothing.
"Well, if it was nothing, you probably wouldn't be chasing your brother around the house." His father deduced.
"Uh, well, I . . ." Artemis the younger turned on his heels and scrambled up the stairs to his room.
Artemis the elder sighed and squatted down next to the blonde-haired toddler.
"Artemis has a girlfriend?" Beckett nodded.
"Who is it, Beck?" the boy frowned and thought hard.
"It's the pretty elf lady." He finally said. Artemis senior blinked.
"Who?" he asked, but Beckett was already gone. He decided he might have better luck with Myles.
x x x x
"Hello Myles." Artemis said cautiously.
"Hello." He seemed to be in the middle of some kind of experiment that seemed to be using a lot of bubble gum and balloons.
"So, Myles, do you have any idea who 'pretty elf lady' is?"
Myles looked up. "Is she here, Father?"
"I don't think so, but do you know who she is?"
"Short."
"What?"
"She's short." Artemis sighed. Maybe Butler knows something.
x x x x
"Hi Butler." Artemis nervously stood in front of his son's bodyguard.
"Hello Master Fowl." The manservant didn't even move a muscle.
"I was, uh, wondering who, um, who the person, the, er, pretty elf lady, uh, was." He stammered.
"Pretty elf lady?" Butler raised an eyebrow.
"Beckett's words not mine! Myles, um, said something about her being short."
"Well, I suppose they would have been referring to Miss Holly Short. Is she here now?"
"Who?"
"Butler! Could you come here for a moment?"
Butler wordlessly turned and slipped through the door that he was currently guarding. Artemis grinned. Now he had a name! Perhaps Angeline would have some information about this Holly Short.
x x x x
"Angeline!" Artemis greeted his wife in the large kitchen of their home.
"Hello Timmy! Do you mind giving me a hand with these carrots?"
"Of course not." Artemis took a place next to his wife in front of a cutting board.
"Tell me, do you know a Miss Holly Short?"
"Holly? She's here?"
Artemis senior threw his hands in the air.
"Does everyone here know Holly Short besides me?!"
"Holly's here? She's early!" He spun around to see Juliet standing behind him with an apple in her hand. "She wasn't supposed to be coming until Thursday!"
"Who is Holly Short?!" Artemis shouted.
There was a small silence throughout the room before another girl's voice came from behind him.
"I am."
x x x x
Artemis spun around again, exasperated.
"Holly Short. Are you or are you not dating my son!"
The small women behind him scrunched up her nose and made a disgusted face. "What? No! Don't be ridiculous!"
Artemis sighed. Finally the answer. Now he could relax.
"Minerva is."
The old man groaned. Here he goes again. . .