Artemis sat at the farthest end of the table, a shiny crimson apple rested on a napkin in front of him. The white-haired boy took one glance at the drama before turning his ruby-red irises towards his small snack, noting his pale reflection in the delicious fruit. Picking the apple up, Artemis gave himself a small smirk before taking a small chunk out of the red skin, sitting the apple back down on it's napkin and swallowing the small portion of fruit. To anyone looking in at the short boy with bone-white hair, it would look as if he was simply eating a before-lunch snack, but Artemis took this small break to think of any future plans he may take into account this year.

'Hm...' Artemis took out another chunk of apple, before swiftly swallowing the portion and rolling the stem through his fingers. 'My...book. I definitely want to check it out more in-depth once in the safety of the Slytherin Dungeons.' he thought with a mental nod, absent-mindedly banishing the finished apple core from the table. He could see Casimir sitting a bit farther down the table, watching the drama going on farther along in the room. The seventh year was the only other one who knew of the book, and the only one who WOULD know. Artemis would make sure of that. He was already hesitant about sharing the potential information with an unknown.

"I need the assistance, however," The frail boy sighed quietly, resting his face in his hands, and watching the interaction among wizards with bored, yet plotting crimson irises. 'It's only a matter of time..'