Disclaimer: I own Arty, life, the universe, and every thing. Maw-ha-ha-ha Eoin Colfer, Douglas Adams, a mob of lawyers and a mob of Quantum physics majors make various entries with various lawsuits and/or weapons gulp ok so I only own Luna and Imratain (pronounced im/rah/tan if anyone cares) :(
FOWL MANOR
Juliet was all in all unimpressed. So what if there was another weirdo looking for one of the masters he might be short and green but she'd seen worse. Heck she was related to worse.
"Junior or senior?" She sighed.
The green man seemed to be expecting a different reaction but answered anyway, "uh... junior".
"He's at Bartleby's School for boys. NOT HERE!" Juliet snapped back. She threw a piece of paper at him and slammed the door.
Root studied the paper for a minute and groaned. It was road directions of all things! Why did humans have to be so barbaric? It was so much easier to have vehicles drive themselves. Well best get to it. He shielded and lifted in to the sky. While in commute he remembered back to his escape.
YESTERDAY
Root was safe in the police plaza but that wasn't for long. He had barricaded the door but that wouldn't last long with the huge mob of people outside. There where hundreds maybe even thousands. He couldn't stay here long. He scanned the hotshots' schedule and nearly cried with glee there was one in only five minutes. He grabbed a pair of double dex and checked his gun. He climbed into a pod with thirty seconds to spare and at the exact second the mob broke down the barrier.
Compared to the situation he was escaping the ride was almost calming (or as calming as being thrown up above hundreds of tons of molten rock in a small titanium egg can get). At least it gave him time to think. He had magic, wings and a gun they had lots of those and more, much more…gulp. No matter how he worked it there was only one choice and he didn't like it.
PRESENT
Root scanned the building with his helmet. There where three hundred forty two mud-men in there how was he going to locate his mud-boy without being seen. He kept his shield on and waited for an invitation. One of the students obliged with a simple "come inside". He went into one of the first floor windows.
Root was overjoyed. Despite one to a hundred odds he had chosen the right window. Before him was Artemis he was in some sort of meeting. No, not a meeting he was with a counselor. Root almost fell out of the window laughing. Well he'd just have to tale the mud-boy until he could talk to him.
"So Dr. Llebbmud is it?" Artemis said treating the doctor to his best vampire smile.
"Yes…" said the doctor hesitantly. Artemis hated to repeat himself but he wanted to check the stocks before he was forced to go to tonight's ridiculous formal with the bimbos and gold-diggers from Saint Nufenon's School for girls.
Saint Nufenon's was Bartleby's sister school and it was a long-standing tradition that in addition to going to Bartleby's all Fowls would marry a Nufenon's girl. All that passed threw his mind in a little over a second.
"You see doctor It's my mother…'' he started slightly shocked to see the doctor's face go pale with fear. "She forces me to go to these…"
"Okay!" interrupted the doctor "that's enough of that. You can go now." Artemis shrugged and left. "I am NOT getting into that again." Muttered the doctor as he added a "cause for transfer" stamp to Artemis' collection.
MEANWHILE IN THE FIRST FLOOR BATHROOM
A girl of about fourteen was putting the finishing touches on her hair. In other words she was pulling out all of the pins and extensions so her chin length hair laid flat. She had also changed dresses only moments ago from a huge pink monstrosity to a small black slip. She still looked good just less extravagant.
"I hate these moronic dances!" she complained to a more conservatory dressed girl finishing putting her hair up.
"Luna just give them a chance" said the other girl, "they're really nice guys."
"Wren, let me make one thing painfully clear," said the girl called Luna, "If it weren't for my mother I would be gone right now!" and with that she stormed out of the bathroom just in time to run into a certain someone.