With a jolt, Artemis sat up from his position, startled by the presence of the older boy. He interally berated himself for allowing his guard to be down enough that the Thorne kid could sneak up on him. He was already wary of the kid because he was older and in Slytherin. It was worse because he hung out with the likes of that Yaxley girl. Who knew if he believed in her stupid pure blood rhetoric and agreed that his mother, sister, and himself were blood traitors? If he did, then this interaction would be more trouble than Artemis was prepared to handle. He didn't know any spells but this was exactly why he was out here, wasn't it? To learn a new defensive spell in order to protect himself. However, Artemis knew that it was rude to ignore the kid as he asked him a question. If he didn't answer the Thorne kid and he reported Artemis' supposed rudeness to his mother, she in turn would tell his grandparents and it would be a whole different situation that Artemis didn't feel the desire to deal with.
"Uh...no. Not napping. Just trying to figure out this spell. It's a simple spell but for some reason I can't seem to get the spell to work even though I'm making the correct wand movements." Artemis explained his plight but he didn't exactly know why. This kid had never proved himself trustworthy to Artemis for the first-year to trust him enough. And what if Thorne made fun of him because he couldn't cast such a simple spell?
At least, he thought it was a simple spell. It couldn't be more than a year or two advanced than his current level. From what his mother told him, he could cast any spell so long as he put his mind to it. Standing up, he moved into position to cast the spell again. He was determined to cast it. Artemis would admit that he felt a bit weird with Kian Thorne standing nearby watching him, but he couldn't focus on him. He had to focus on what he was doing.
Taking a deep breath, Artemis moved his wand in the correct movement and said, "Expulso!" This time, he felt a bit of power course through his wand, but nothing really came out to significantly say that he managed to cast the spell. The young kid groaned loudly in frustration. If wands weren't so damned expensive, he would have snapped his in two for being useless. His hands fell to his sides as tears of frustration appeared again in his eyes. This time he was so focused and concerned about what he couldn't accomplish that he didn't stop them from falling. He was getting worked up and he knew it. He just couldn't help it since this was something that he really wanted. "It won't work. Why won't it work?" he asked out loud to himself.