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Artemis Fowl was NOT amused. Ever since his father had disappeared in Russia, two weeks earlier, he had been ferociously busy, trying to make up his fathers creditors from his illegal ventures. All of which meant much email and paper communication.
But two days ago a letter had come. An odd letter, made of smooth, creamy white paper, a crest on the front that said Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And he had burnt it, or course, to avoid any undue complications. And yesterday two more of exactly the same type. Only they could not be burnt. So they were exploded. Today's sixteen were impervious to everything he had tried thus far. He was about to try the paper shredder when Butler came upstairs. "Sir? There's a… woman here to see you."
Artemis sighed. "Very well, then. Send her in." He thrust the letter into
The woman—if he could call her that— was odd in the extreme. She was clothed in robes of deep green, with a pointy, stereotypical hat on her head. She was holding a stick in her hand, and was at the moment waving it around and muttering. Artemis cleared his throat. "Ahem?"
The woman looked up. She had a strong gaze, even with her spectacles. Her mouth was tight, but loosened into a thin smile when she saw it was he. "Ah, Mr. Fowl. I have come to tell you about—" Her British accented voice was cut off by a cold smile from Mr. Fowl.
"Yes. I suppose, Miss McGonagall, that you have come to introduce me to this Hogwarts of yours." His expression was disdainful, as though she were a rodent of some sort. "Please do come in."
Angeline came rushing down the hall "We heard noises… Artemis, what are you doing? Who is this? Why is she still standing out there?" She then looked abashedly at the woman standing out there. "Oh, please do forgive me. My name is Angeline Fowl. This boy is my son. Artemis Junior."
"Motherrrrr. The second, if you will."
"Junior. Now what is it you wish to talk to me about, Ms…"
"McGonagall. And I have come to talk about your other son's unusual aptitude for magic. Where is he? Could you call him down?"
Angeline Fowl looked stricken. But before she could talk, Artemis cut in. "Miss McGonagall, I am the only son in the family. I suggest you explain why you have come to our house, blabbering about magic, unless you wish your visitor's license to be… shall we say, terminated. Rather abruptly." McGonagall tightened her lips and smiled falsely.
"I am a witch. I can perform a variety of spells—"
"Show me."
McGonagall tightened her lips again and flicked her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," she said softly, and the doormat flew into the air.
Artemis, to McGonagall's shock, was not surprised, or even excited. There was a short flicker of satisfaction in his eyes as the mat rose into the air, but by the time she set it down, there was nothing left: just his normal cold façade. "Very well," Artemis allowed. "I will attend Hogwarts, Madame McGonagall."