Disclaimers: I do not, and I never will own Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer or Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling
Artemis Fowl entered the small, cozy room that was painted a deep and dark red, furnished with mahogany furniture, and had a brown, overstuffed couch facing a desk that seemed to be empty. He frowned; the child genius was not in the mood to have to spend time listening and countering another fresh psychologist who was nowhere near being prepared for a great mind like his. Artemis sighed and sat down on the couch; for what seemed the thirtieth time he closely examined the room, absorbing every detail-through he already knew it all. The door opened and a girl with brown, bushy hair that fell past her shoulders stepped briskly into the room. She also examined the room and when she noticed Artemis standing and looking at her coldly, she merely smiled and stepped further into the room.
"Artemis Fowl," the girl said indifferently, " I've heard terrible things of you from the previous psychologists of this post. My name is Hermione Granger, not that it matters much to you, who expects me to be gone by the time this session is over."
"Miss Granger, now is not the time for a child like you to be playing teacher. I can assure you I have no sympathy for you at all. "
She chortled, "Well, you are a sorry person if I ever saw one. Take a seat, now. Then you can get this "play session" for little boys over with, I assume you mother is coming to pick you up? If she late, you can always wait in the lounge, I'm sure they will find something for you to draw with, if you ask politely."
Artemis was surprised, through he didn't show it, it wasn't very often he would meet someone who could even be near considered intelligent.
"Well, then. Has St. Bartleby's grown so desperate that they are hiring out children? Very well, we shall get this session over." He sat slowly and efficiently, as he did so he studied the Granger girl, trying to determine her character. Hermione had brown, intelligent eyes and was wearing a black pants, a black sweater with a stiff and white collared shirt with a gold and red tie. It looked like a uniform of some sort.
"Right then, name?' She asked.
"Master Artemis Fowl II," he replied coolly.
"Master? As far as I am concerned, I have never, nor will I ever serve you."
Just as Artemis was about to reply, the door burst open and a man hidden by a black cloak and mask yelled something in an unknown language, then a white light quickly flashed around the room, and he was gone. Not a minute later, the room caught fire. The door was locked, the floor was cement, and there were no windows. There was no escape.