~Stubborn~
"You're leaving this house and you're leaving now."
"But it's so cold!" Artemis whined, trying his best not to sound like a petulant child. Who could blame him? It was just over ten degrees Fahrenheit outside the warmth of his comfortable Manor, and the Christmas cheer everyone had these days annoyed him to no end. How could they stand out there in the freezing wind, singing about the long-dead fairy, San D'Klass?
"Come on, Arty," Holly said, quickly choosing a different tactic. "You'll be fine. Some people think the cold's refreshing."
"Refreshing, my foot." Still, Artemis couldn't prevent Butler from attacking him from behind and dressing the irritable boy.
Twenty minutes later, Artemis was still outside and he was still shivering. It needs to be said that he was no longer unhappy, but, the Fowl he was, he'd never admit it.