Sorry, everyone, this is a really, really short chapter… But please enjoy anyways!

"Butler, I believe it would be best if we stay in London for the next week," Artemis said. It was the following morning, after a night of restlessness. It was precisely one week until the Hogwarts Express would leave. There would be no point in going back to Israel just to leave a week later. Also, he was uncertain that he would be able to endure the inevitable hug he would receive from his mother upon his return arrival; he knew it would feel awkward and unnatural.

"You should tell your parents."

Artemis glanced at his phone. There were alerts informing him of the numerous missed calls from his mother that he had ignored. Dejectedly, he dialed to home. Almost immediately, an immensely distressed Angeline Fowl picked up the phone.

"Arty! I called you so many times, but you never answered… I was so worried!" That much was obvious. In the background, he heard a deeper voice, his father most likely, who said to 'put it on speaker'.

"Hello Artemis, I'm glad to know you're okay!" He heard his father say.

"Your dad was released this morning, isn't that wonderful? He has to take it easy for a few days, and have lots of rest."

"I am pleased to know he is recovering." Even though the family was not on the same room and they could not even see each other's faces, there was a thick tension, which made it next to impossible for anyone to relax in.

His father said warmly, "So, how was your trip?" He could just imagine his mother smiling encouragingly at the phone, despite the fact he couldn't see her.

"I improved my skills in piano considerably," Artemis lied easily. It was much easier to lie to his parents when he couldn't see their delighted faces.

His mother then said eagerly, "And how about your friend that went with you?"

"She obtained an illness on the first day. Unfortunately, she was sent home immediately." He replied quickly, trying his best to sound the least bit sorrowful for his nonexistent friend. Artemis had prepared answers for any questions he had predicted his parents would ask him.

She sighed, "Well, that's a shame. Anyways, why didn't you come home yesterday? Are you hurt? Lost?"

Artemis let out a strained chuckle, "None of that. I was accepted into a boarding school that is here in London. I was touring it yesterday and therefore I had missed my flight. I am highly interested in enrolling there."

"A boarding school? In London?" His mother exclaimed.

"Yes, that is what I said."

He visualized his father frowning slightly, like he knew he would. He said, "I'm happy that you are making big choices for yourself already, but now we should be trying to be together more."

"I think that it would be greatly beneficial for me to enroll." Artemis left out the fact that he had actually enrolled at Hogwarts. However, it would be best to just let them think that they had a say in this matter.

He heard his father sigh, "I understand, Artemis. I know you. You are a very determined boy, and I want you to be happy. You should go to this school of your choosing."

"Good. Goodbye." He controlled his voice sternly as to not growl into the phone. How could that man think that he 'knows me'? He doesn't know anything about me. Not now, not ever.

His mother thought back to the strange woman who had stopped by looking for Artemis. "Wait- Artemis, the boarding school-" She realized the connection was already down.

A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder. "You know Artemis, he will tell us the whole story when he is ready, Angeline."

She dipped her head down in defeat. "I know, but-"

"He'll always make the right choice. Don't worry."

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Artemis knew that he probably wouldn't see his parents again for about ten months from now, unless he goes home in the winter vacation, or gets expelled. However, he still couldn't bring himself to feel sad over it.

Pushing away his now cold tea he had been drinking, he went to his room. He examined the ticket McGonagall had given him. Platform 9 and 3 ¼… a few years ago, if someone had given him this ticket, he would have discarded it as a lame prank. But now, after everything he had been introduced to, like fairies and wizards, he could expect that anything could happen.

After putting the ticket away safely, he looked over the stack of new books. Starting with the first book, Standard Book of Spells, he begun to read and absorb the information.

The next chapter will hopefully be out soon since I'm already starting it.