Artemis was sitting in Fowl Manor’s library, silently reading in a family antique armchair.. He was taking a break from picking apart some fairy technology he’d gotten his hands on to catch up on a book.

Artemis had a tea cup of Earl Grey tea by his side on a small table that was stacked with books. He was enjoying the quietness of the manor.

It was complete silence, say for the occasional laugh and chuckle coming from the kitchen from his parents enjoying a conversation together.