"Root?" Holly stood at the entrance to Root's office, holding a stack of papers in his hands.

"Come in!" Root yelled. He rolled his eyes when Holly walked in. "You again."

"I have some information on Artemis Fowl-"

Root cut her off. "I don't care about Fowl!"

"But sir! He's been given access to magic, the world could-"

Root lowered his voice until it was menacing. "I said I didn't care!"

Holly's nostrils flared but she said nothing. "Very well sir. I'll be leaving now."

Holly left Root's office and sat down on a chair, leafing through the papers. Fowl without magic had been dangerous, but now that he was being given access to magic, now that he was being taught how to use it. Holly didn't want to think about it. "They're only wizards, Holly." She said to herself. "They keep fairies as pets." Holly shook her head. The people were in danger, Artemis Fowl was a Mud Man no longer.

Artemis sat in the library behind a large stack of books. Hermione came up behind him, glaring as she passed.

"Open your eyes Granger, you look daft."

Hermione sat down at the table and placed a piece of paper in front of him. On it there were the results of two IQ tests, one was hers amd one was Artemis'. They were exactly the same.

Hermione waited for a moment before Artemis spoke, not even bringing his eyes up from his homework. "The questions asked on an IQ test always vary, thus you can never know whether you are receiving a proper grade. Perhaps you should find a more trustworthy testing system."

Hermione's smile wavered for only a moment. She procured another slip of paper and looked at it carefully. "This paper here states that you suffer from a social impediment, is that true?"

"Hand the paper over Granger." Artemis said calmly.

"What if I decide not to? Perhaps I decide to make copies and put them all over the school."

Artemis heaved a long-suffering sigh and pulled a small red book out of his pocket. "Then I will make copies of your diary."

"Where did you get that?" Hermione asked.

"Give me the psychiatric evaluation, Granger, and I'll give you the diary."

"There is nothing in that diary that I don't want anyone to read."

Artemis lowered his books and leaned across the table to look at Hermione. "There is enough information in here," he tapped the book, "about Ravenclaw's room to allow Voldemort's entry into the school. And you will be the one blamed. My, my Hermione, that sounds like you're aiding the Dark Side." Artemis dropped his voice another octave and leaned right in close. "And unless I'm mistaken, that constitutes a life term in Azkaban."

Then he smiled, stood up and began to walk away.

"But my dear Mister Fowl, you are the one who distributed the information. Sounds like you'll be sharing my cell in Azkaban."

Artemis's mouth twitched, and Hermione wasn't sure whether he was smiling or frowning. "What do you say Granger, stalemate?"

Hermione smiled. "Oh no, I think I won."

"Draco!" Artemis called out suddenly, "I found a book!-" Hermione realised what he was doing and stopped him.

"Alright. Truce." She handed him the evaluation and he passed her the diary.

"So what did you do before you came to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.

"Ready for a long story?"