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For once, the classroom was quiet while people were still in it before class started. This for a normal high school would have been amazing. For homeroom 3-A? Nigh impossible. However, there was one thing that took the laws of physics and twisted them enough so that the homeroom was quiet. Mr. Nitta has greeted them instead of their normal ten-year-old teacher, informing them that Negi had to pick up several documents before reaching class, that he was going to be watching them in Negi's stead, and that there were all to wait quietly until he arrived. Only until Negi had finally arrived, panting slightly from the effort used to dash as quickly as possible to his classroom, did they begin to talk and gossip as they normally would, ignoring Mr. Nitta's furious murmurings on how lax Negi was in discipline. Putting the papers down on his desk, Negi began to speak.

"Girls, settle down please!" He shouted, cupping his hands to his mouth. No one listened. "Settle down please!" Ditto. This process would have continued for several more minutes had not an interruption came as a thud on the door. The class went silent, and Negi took advantage of this to finally get out what he was trying to say. "We'll be having a new male student for a while, as all the boys homerooms have been filled." He announced, causing some eyebrows to raise. While it was generally well known among those knowledgeable about magic in the class that new students were often put in Negi's homeroom if there were any hints of magic on them, the fact it was a boy was uncommon. The next part, however, wasn't. "And also, due to-"

"lack of room in the boy's dormitories, he shall be staying in one of the girls rooms until the Boy's Dorms are expanded." the class finished for him, having heard that excuse many times before. It seemed there was almost always at least ONE boy in the girl's dorms, due to the massive amount of boys who apply to the Mahou Academy, well know for it's attractive girls, and thus fill the dorms.

"How come it's always in 3-A dorms?" Fumika asked.

"Yeah, they should just stop taking in boys!" her twin Fuka shouted, causing many other girls to nod their heads in agreement. Nodoka's face had turned bright red at the thought of another boy entering the dorms, and Ayaka's eyes lit up at the possibility of another Negi. The talking was again abruptly stopped as another thud hit the door. All eyes turned towards said door and watched as the door knob turned and the door was thudded. A muffled string of curses were said before the person attempted to open the door again. This continued several times until a pause occurred and the door finally opened.

"Crazy Japanese," the entering new male student said as he made his way into the room, brushing his near blonde golden-brown hair out of his eyes. His voice was a bit rough, with a light French accent which became even more obvious as he continued complaining, "with your crazy doors that open outwards..." He walked up to to his new 10-year-old homeroom teacher and handed him a slip. "Yeah, I heard I was supposed to give this to...." He stopped in mid-sentence. His head turned slightly to look at the rest of the quietly gossiping homeroom. "Okaaaaaaaaaaaay, I must be in the wrong homeroom...." he mutters, the fact that he was in an all-girls homeroom finally clicking in. Negi, who had taken the slip anyway, looked down at his paper.

"Dominique Garnier? Foreign Exchange student?" he questioned the boy, who nods. "Good, your in the right place. Welcome to 3-A" He gave a tired grin, for he knew what was coming next. He saw the girls inch forward ever so slightly at that announcement. And then, the world simply exploded.

"Where did you come from?"

"Are you French?"

"How come your not in uniform?"

"Do you like waffles??"

"How old are you?"

"Why can't you use the Guy's dorm?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Are you Gay?"

The poor boy had to face down the barrage of questions one at a time. Yes, I'm from Le Mans, France, I don't have a uniform yet, yes I like waffles, I'm 14 years old, they told me I couldn't, no, are you just asking that cause I'm French? and so on. When the torrent of questions eventually died down, Dom felt exhausted. If this is the first day, I hope I get sniped on the way to school tomorrow he thought, thankfully not saying it aloud else a certain long haired gunwoman take him up on that. And naturally, the bell rings as soon as he begins to take a seat.

"Oh joy, oh rapture" he said, "I get to trudge half a mile to the boys classes. Well, À bientôt (1)." And with that, he walked into the door. Grabbing a slightly bleeding nose, he grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and ran into the door. Then he tried again. And again. Finally, one of the girls managed to stop laughing long enough to open the door for him to go through. Muttering curses, Dom walked out the door, and the Negi heard his footsteps echo through the hall before a thud indicated he had reached the end door and would eventually get out. Eventually. Just give it a day or so.

Negi turned around in order to resume teaching, only to find the class gossiping again. His sigh was heard throughout the building...

And in another place, at the same time

Clyde was angry. The boy had somehow managed to get all the way to Japan without him knowing, which was very bad for his plans. His cape swished in the wind as he paced around the room, thinking. How to get to Japan? he wondered, making soft clucking noises every step. Suddenly, a knock on the door annnouced the arrivial of one of his servants. "Come in," he barked. The door opened slightly and a young boy poked his head through.

"Master Clyde?" he asked hesitantly, slipping into the room, "Your 5 o'clock appointment has arrived. Should I let him in?" Clyde nods angerily, gesturing for the boy to leave. As his visitor walked in, Clyde sat down behind his desk. I suppose Dom will have to wait...

Back at Mahou...

Dominique gulped. Well, this is it. The girls Dormitory. Where I'll be living for the next couple of weeks until the boys dorms are fixed. Where brave men have gone, lived, been raped, exploded (when did I read THAT happening to someone?), set on fire, duck taped to a tree, and more. Je pense que je pourrais mourir (2).. He pushed open the door.... only to find a party.

"Wait, what?" He pushed through the crowd of teenage girls, fortunately to busy partying to notice him, and found his 10-year-old homeroom teacher. "Erm, what exactly is going on here?" he questinoed, looking around at the mild form of chaos around him. Negi smiles at him.

"The girls have made it a sort of tradition that all new dormers are celebrated with a party." he said, gesturing at the room around him, " so here's your party. They're quite a lot of fun really. The only problem is they have the habit of taking up most of the afternoon to set up..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "Now, here's your roommate assignment. Don't loose it, or you may end up entering the wrong room. Our last transfer student was found nailed to a wall after walking in on one of the girls changing." Dom slipped the paper in his pocket and thanked Negi. Now then, I suppose I should get an idea of who I'm going to be living with these next couple of weeks...

French Translations:

(1) See you soon

(2) I think I might die...

Well, there you go. First chapter uploaded and somewhat short. I'm going to attempt to update around once a week with short 1200-1700 word chapters. Read and most definately review please!