Lena was dumbfounded for a second. Thoughts ran through her head
at an ironic speed seeing as she wasn't supposed to be thinking
them. This is insane! Concentrate? Yah right! And is he serious!
Lena thought for a minute that he might have been joking but he
glared at her so hard she found that hard to stick with. "OK." Said
Lena to herself under her breath, "Concentrate on the object. Wait
what is the object?" she had said the last sentence loudly. Artemis
gave her a look. "That's part of the test." He said simply. 'OK that's
going to be harder.' Thought Lena. Lena sat down crossed legged on
the very purple and very tacky office floor. She closed her eyes and thoughts came pouring in. Concentrate! No! Don't say that just concentrate! Stop concentrating on concentrating! It went on like that for a while. Lena couldn't seem to clear her head and concentrate at the same time. An hour flew by quickly. Just when Lena thought she was beginning to get the hang of things Artemis broke her thoughts. "Times up." He said. "What and where is the item?" "Uh…" Lena thought. She could tell him the truth but she would look retarded. If he thought there was no hope he might give up. That would mean that Lena couldn't pretend to be his assistant and Mindy would make her life a living nightmare. "The ball is in the flowerpot on the second floor." She said mock-knowingly. "Erroneous." Artemis sighed. "It was a pencil hidden on the tenth floor in a dresser." "Oh." was Lena's sharp reply. "You are the most difficult patient I have ever had the displeasure of teaching." "Have you ever taught magic before?" asked Lena protectively. "Well, no." Artemis admitted. "Then I couldn't be the worst patient because you have no one to compare me with." Lean grinned to herself for being so smart. "Very well played, Miss Parker." Artemis grinned. "But, however, I don't think you should talk to your teachers like that." At that he handed her a slip for detention with him after dinner the next night. "You just bought yourself another hour of concentrating." Lena was astounded; he was giving her a detention? Wasn't it punishment enough that she had to spend one hour with him? "I hate you." Lena finally said. "Now don't make me give you another slip." Artemis smirked. "You may leave." "What if I don't want to?" Lena fought. "Then you will have to stay here in my company." Artemis said without missing a beat. Lena was angry now. It was all she could do to keep herself from crying angry, not sad, tears. So she simply stared, like most people do, without blinking to keep the tears from running down her face. She thought of nothing. She was too angry. Suddenly everything went white. In her eyes appeared a sign that said Fifth Floor. It zoomed down a hallway, another sign, this time in vocal form. A voice boomed down from an unknown place. The voice was a mixture of witch and sorcerer. "Lena," it said, "The rose is in the pot." ZOOM! Sign, whiteness, clear. Finally Lena broke the vision and her tears stopped immediately. "The rose is in the pot?" Lena said/asked to Artemis. "Excuse me?"" Artemis asked. Lena looked angry, "The rose is in the pot on the fifth floor! You lied."