So this was originally for my "If You Give a Genius a Cookie", but I decided that it was too short and I'd already had a story about Artemis's girl troubles, though I must say that it never gets old.

Love is Blind

"Holly!" He cried into the receiver of his cell phone. In record, it didn't actually exist, but then again, Holly didn't exist in record either.

"Yes, Artemis? Why on earth are you calling me at this time of night?"

Artemis had forgotten that Holly was doing fieldwork in east India. It was rather late in the evening in Ireland, with a quick calculation he realized that it must have been around 5 in the morning where Holly was. He apologized quickly, and then started to tell her his tale.

"Holly, you know how you and Juliet and Butler and basically every other human and non-human I've made contact with in the past three years are constantly making fun of my inability to talk to girls?"

At this, Holly laughed. She could remember as if it were only yesterday, that lovely time in which Artemis had yelled out glockenspiel as a conversation starter.

"Well, this time I did the job right. I saw an amazingly gorgeous girl at the park today. She had a cane and a service dog and was limping around. And I decided to help her out, seeing as she was physically disabled."

"What's she look like, Mudboy?" Came in Foaly's crackling voice over the three-way. He was always gunning for the latest juicy details of Artemis's love life, or lack thereof.

"She was, like I said, amazingly gorgeous. She had cropped red hair, light tan skin, and these adorable black sunglasses. I asked her if she needed help, and she said yes, and I helped her walk over to a bench and sit down, and then I gave her my number."

"Wait a minute," Said Holly. "This girl was limping around with a cane and a service dog, wearing black sun glasses, and you gave her your number?"

"Dumb ass."

"What?" Said Artemis, then immediately realized what he had done.

"Artemis," Holly said in a calming tone, "That girl was obviously blind."

"Yeah, who else would pick him up?" Said Foaly, laughing.

Artemis just slapped a hand to his forehead, and thought deeply about entering the monastery.

Ah, the realm of political correctness is just beyond my grasp. This is semi-based off of an experience of a friend of mine. XD

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