A/N: Just an idea that popped into my head when I was procrastinating on a bigger project. ^_^;

Mirrors were never a preoccupation of mine, growing up. I never wanted to be bothered with them—I knew perfectly well what I looked like, and put on ties often enough to know if they were perfect or not. I’d always cared about how others in the business world perceived me—nothing personal about the tiniest concern over my appearance. Nothing remarkable, nothing disfigured.

Now, looking at my reflection several times a day is part of my routine, if not a necessity. Juliet thinks my teenage years have finally inspired some “appropriate” consideration for my personal appearance. Vain, much? she teases.

Little does she know that my face does not interest me particularly, but the addition to it does. I skip right over the pale complexion, the slim nose, and the thin mouth. I look below the wide brow to the left eyebrow, and below that to the left eye. Specifically, the hazel color of the iris.

I look at it—for no matter how brief a moment—and continue with my day until the next reflective surface crosses my path.

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I used to think that puberty had driven poor Arty into a vanity streak. Honestly, it seems like he has to look at himself every two seconds, or he’s not at rest! Then I noticed what happens when a certain someone visits. Artemis glances constantly at her instead of himself. He doesn’t look in a mirror even once when Holly’s around (though he certainly spends enough time in front of one beforehand.) It’s actually kind of pathetic, in a really cute kind of way.

Sigh. Poor Arty.

A/N: Reviews make me happy, even though I think this is pretty bad. But I haven’t updated anything for Scrapbook (and indeed Artemis Fowl) for a long time. (On that note, if you like Phantom of the Opera, I’ve written something for it and have gotten, like, no reviews, even though it’s my baby. D=)

You know that bigger project I mentioned? It’s for you wonderful people. ^_^