Sorry about all the grammatical mistakes in the last chapter!

St. Bartleby's School for Young Gentlemen, County Wicklow, Ireland

Gunther raced into room 208, "Hey, there you are! Did you see the news?"
Gunther waited for a reply, "No? Well, this guy's escaped from prison, wittering on about an underground fairy world, and an Irish boy. Off 'is rocker he is!" he continued regardless, "Jon Spiro's his name, or something like that anyway."
Artemis didn't react at all.
"Arty... I mean, Artemis? It's kinda funny ain't it?"
Artemis stood there; he didn't know why the name 'Spiro' seemed familiar. He knew he'd heard it before, not so long ago.
Gunther continued to go on about it, "Some sort of criminal, but we don't need to worry. The guy lives in Chicago, you know, in America."
'Criminal', 'Chicago' They seemed familiar too. And what had Gunther said? He was talking about an underground fairy world and an Irish boy.
Fairies! Jon Spiro! Chicago! They all seemed to fit together. But why? They had some sort of relation with each other. And he was Irish, what if he had been involved?
And what exactly did Gunther mean by 'fairies'? Sprites? Leprechauns? Maybe, LEPrecon. Yes! That was it! And there was a commander. What was his name again? Something to do with a plant, Root. And Foaly, the centaur. And Holly something. Holly...Holly Short! Suddenly, everything was coming back to him. Holly's abduction, B'wa Kell, and the Jon Spiro problem with the C Cube.
"Hey, Artemis," piped up Gunther, "What's up mate? Quit staring at that corner. Look, I didn't mean to scare you or nothing. I was just telling you about it".
Artemis continued to stare silently.
"Art, you're really freaking me out, I'm gonna go. I'll be in room 213 if you want me."
With that, Gunther sped out of the room, closed the door, and didn't look back.

Gunther came into the dormitory and noticed Artemis sitting at his laptop. "What are you doing on your laptop? Can I play a game on it? I'm really good at computer games. I wish I had my own laptop." It seemed to just go on and on. Artemis tried to think of something that the big-eared, high-pitched boy would be able to understand as threatening. Eventually he said:
"Do you remember that girl? And we talked about Butler?"
Gunther nodded.
"Well, if you ask me that really rather pathetic question again, I'll see to it that they are informed on your whereabouts at all times."
It took Gunther a while to work out what his roommate had just said, "Is that... is that some sort of a threat?" he asked, sounding rather hurt.
"Well, at least you know what a threat is."
"Hey! That was an insult!"
"Ooh, we're getting good at this now, aren't we?"
"I thought we were friends," sobbed Gunther.
"Please, do you honestly expect someone with my IQ, to be friends with someone who is struggling in the lowest math group?"
"I don't like you anymore."
"Glad to hear it."
Gunther ran out of the room in tears. Artemis rolled his eyes. He sat back down at his laptop again, and continued typing.
Artemis stopped mid sentence, and closed the lid of his computer.
"Fairy," he said coldly, "I suggest you unshield. I know you're there."

How was that? Should I continue?

Plughole.