A/N: I got bored with maths homework and started writing drabbles.
Minerva slammed the phone back into the receiver and fumed silently for a few moments.
"What is it?" asked her companion with a frown.
"Artemis Fowl!" snapped Minerva, her French accent more pronounced now that she was angry.
Her companion scowled.
"He is an irritating human, isn't he?" she muttered.
"He's not the irritating one..." muttered Minerva. "It's those pompous men on the Nobel Prize Committee."
Her companion raised her eyebrows as though she seriously doubted it.
"The first thing they asked me was if I had help from Artemis! I do not need help from Artemis Fowl! A genius he may be but... so am I!"
Her companion nodded knowingly.
"It gets annoying, doesn't it?" she said with a sigh. "Playing second fiddle to egotistical males like Foaly and Fowl?"
Minerva scowled at the pixie standing casually in her laboratory, and examining what she thought were primitive, glass instruments.
"You have no idea, Koboi," she said darkly. "A female and a genius you may be... but you are not blonde."