It was another average day in Galaxy Hills Elementary School. Homeroom had just started, much to the teacher, Mr. Mufflin's, chagrin.

"Only 12 more years till retirement…" he mumbled as he sat at his desk. Not that the chaos stopped there; Yo and a few of the girls were giggling amongst themselves, the sports lovers were tossing footballs, and Fanboy and Chum Chum were laughing as they shot spit balls at each other. 2 aisles over, quietly reading his signature book, was Kyle, or as most people called him, the Suck-Up. Teacher's Pet and Butt-Kisser also applied.

"Alright class, I have 2 major announcements," Mr. Mufflin announced.

Somehow they all heard him, and paused in their pursuits. Kyle fleetingly glanced up from his book, before looking back at the text.

"One, today's lunch will be meatloaf surprise."

The entire class moaned, before letting him continue.

"And the next announcement, a new student…yay…another one…"

At this, the class started chatting excitedly.

"Oh yay! I hope it's a cute guy!" Yo squealed.

"Oh, or an alien! I want an alien!" Fanboy exclaimed.

Chum Chum glanced at Kyle, who was still quietly reading the Necronomicon.

"What do you think the new student will be like, Kyle?"

"Like I give an elf…" Kyle muttered, eyes flitting to the next line.

"Will this new student please introduce themselves?" Mr. Mufflin asked, sounding a little impatient.

At that moment, the lights dimmed, and an explosion of violet smoke appeared in the front of the room, and a thin white haired boy materialized out of it, causing everyone to gasp.

"Gutentag, pathetic mortals." Sigmund greeted, giving a graceful bow.

"OH MY GOSH, IT'S SIGMUND!" Yo squealed.

"Hallo, as you now, I am Sigmund ze Sorcerer! I shall be joining your mediocre school."

Everyone was thoroughly ecstatic…save for one. Kyle's eye twitched, and for a few seconds he didn't respond to anything, not even when Fanboy threw a paper ball at him.

"Whatever, you can have the desk between the weirdoes and the suck-up…" Mr. Mufflin muttered as he pulled out a newspaper.

Sigmund glanced at said desk, and noticed Fanboy and Chum Chum eagerly waving him over and pointing at the chair beside them. His look of contempt changed to a smirk when he spotted the desk on the other side. Its inhabitant was hiding behind the Necronomicon, nervously tapping a red trainer on the tile.

He gracefully made his way over to the desk, and took his seat between the group.

"Hallo friends of Kyle," he waved.

Fanboy and Chum Chum giggled excitedly.

"He said hi to us!"

"I know!"

'Well, that should keep them out of my hair for a few minutes…' Sigmund thought, and turned to Kyle with a smirk.

"Now then, Kyle; how positively shӧn to zee you again! I vould love to have a conversation without ze book in the way…"

He heard a sigh, before Kyle slammed the Necronomicon shut and glowered at him.

"What are you doing here?!" he hissed.

Sigmund chuckled.

"Oh, I'm doing a little project on vhat zhese normal human schools are like. Zo I figured, vhy not choose zhe one vhere mein lieber freund attends, hm?"

Kyle's eyes narrowed, before he went back to reading.

"So Sigmund, how long are you gonna stay?" Fanboy asked eagerly.

Sigmund smirked as he glanced at Kyle, their eyes meeting. He could see the same question burning in the eyes of the conjurer.

"As long as it takes."

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Lunch finally came with the ring of a bell, and the students chattered excitedly as they left the classroom, mostly about their after school plans, in the case of Mr. Mufflin's class, the celebrity student.

"How cool is this? We have Sigmund in our class!" Fanboy exclaimed. He, Chum Chum, Sigmund, and Kyle were still in their seats.

"Yeah, we haven't had a new student since Kyle came!" Chum Chum added.

"And we made his first day super fun by playing wizard, right Kyle?"

The trio turned to look at Kyle, but he was gone.

"Kyle? Huh, where'd he go?" Fanboy asked.

"He must be at lunch already. Let's go!" Chum Chum replied.

They left the class, and headed for the cafeteria.

"There he is!" Chum Chum announced as they entered the room. He pointed to the other side of the room.

They spotted Kyle in the corner of the room, keeping to himself, his eyes glued to the Necronomicon. He skimmed over a few spells, before stopping at one.

"Hm, a spell that turns a person's face purple," he murmured. He tried to picture Sigmund with a purple face, and smirked at the image. Conjuring up a sticky note, he placed it on the page.

"I'll have to bookmark that one…"

"Kyle!"

He frowned at the duo of voices, and glanced up at their owners. Fanboy and Chum Chum were standing there, trays in hand, grinning down at him expectantly.

"No!" he snapped. They pouted, before Kyle spotted Sigmund coming over.

"NEVERMIND, SIT DOWN!" he exclaimed, yanking the twosome beside him. He was NOT about to sit next to Sigmund again.

The white haired sorcerer smirked as he sat across from Kyle. The red haired wizard glowered at him, before looking back down at his book.

"Hey Kyle, how come you're not eating?" Chum Chum asked.

"I'm a bit short on lunch money…"

"Run into Boog on the way to school again?" Fanboy asked.

"Yes, although, looking at the garbage they're serving today, that might have been a blessing."

"True…"

Sigmund stared at the red mush on his tray doubtfully.

"Vhat is zis shlop?" he asked.

"We don't really know. It helps if you just swallow and don't chew. You hardly taste it at all." Fanboy replied.

Sigmund raised an eyebrow skeptically, before pushing the tray away.

"I cannot eat zhis."

"Well tough toads, welcome to a normal school lunch day…" Kyle muttered as he turned the page.

Sigmund smirked, before snapping his fingers. The trays vanished, and were replaced with plates of pizza and sodas. Fanboy and Chum Chum cheered, and dug in with renewed vigor. There were cheers around the lunch room, indicating Sigmund had done the same for the others. A tray had also appeared in front of Kyle. His eyes glanced at it, before snapping back to the book.

"Hey Kyle, why don't you eat?" Chum Chum asked.

"Hmph…" was the reply as Kyle flipped the page.

A minute later, they all heard the low growl of his stomach. He grumbled as he snatched a slice of pizza.

"This means nothing," he snapped as he took a bite, "For all I know this could be poison!"

"Don't be zickig, Kyle," Sigmund said, smirking as Kyle grabbed a soda, "If I vas going to poison you, I vould use a drink, it vorks faster."

Kyle spat out the soda, looking at the can nervously. Sigmund snickered, and started on his own lunch.

"You're bluffing, right?" Kyle asked.

Sigmund didn't answer, only continuing to smirk.

"Right?!"

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Kyle didn't think the day could get much worse.

Then he walked his last class of the day, math, the only class away from the two ninnies…and saw Sigmund in the desk next to his.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Kyle exclaimed.

Sigmund smirked as Kyle stalked over to his desk and slumped down in the chair.

"Hallo, fancy meeting you here. I had no idea you vere in zhis class."

Kyle glared as the rest of the students filed in, and the bell rang. The teacher, Mr. Street, passed out some worksheets, and announced,

"Okay, get into groups of two and do your assignment; that's all."

Before Kyle could even begin to think of whom he'd team up with, his desk started moving on its own, and he found himself beside Sigmund. He glanced up at the silver haired boy nervously, who smirked in return. His frown returned, and Kyle said nothing as he scribbled on his paper.

Finishing in a time that would put most math loving students to shame, Kyle set it aside and opened his Necronomicon. After a few minutes, Mr. Street spoke up.

"Remember class, help your partner."

'Knowing Sigmund, he's done by now…' Kyle thought.

"That goes for you Mr. Thomason."

Startled, he glanced at Sigmund, and noticed the older boy had a VERY convincing confused look on his face. Kyle frowned, turning away and reading.

"NOW Kyle!"

Squeaking, he turned to face Sigmund, who was faintly smirking at him. Kyle glared in return.

"What?!" he hissed quietly.

Sigmund merely slid the paper over to him, before pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them. Kyle glared, before grabbing the sheet and scribbling down the answers. He shoved it back at Sigmund, and continued to read. Sigmund smirked, and gave his head a pat.

"Guter junge." He whispered.

Kyle growled, before slamming the book shut. He stood just as the bell rang, and stormed out of the room. He stopped a few feet away, opened the book, and recited the spell he'd found at lunch. He smirked when he heard German shouting, and continued walking, taking the short cut through the cafeteria to avoid unwanted company.

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He whistled cheerfully as he walked into his house. He'd have paid to have seen Sigmund's face, but he'd have to settle for his imagination. Sigmund would've killed him if he'd stuck around any longer.

He sat his bag beside the door, locked ALL entrances (including the mail flap) and headed for the living room. As he walked in though, he came a halt upon seeing Sigmund relaxing in one of the chairs.

"What the- HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" he shouted.

Sigmund snorted. "You're asking me zat?"

Kyle frowned as he walked up to the sorcerer.

"Why are you in my house?"

"Oh, I just zhought ve could have a quick discussion, you know, about that amusing trick of yours."

Sigmund smirked up at Kyle, who gave a nervous gulp in return. Sigmund's smirk fell away, and was replaced by fury.

"Tӧricht gӧre," he hissed as he suddenly stood, causing Kyle to jump back in surprise, and the read head backed away as Sigmund stalked towards him.

"You should know how dangerous and foolish it is to prank another vizard, expecially me,"

Kyle held the Necronomicon in front of him as a type of shield, but Sigmund snatched it and flung it over his shoulder. There was a yelp, followed by a thud as the thick book fell to the floor.

"Owww…" the spell book moaned.

"Now listen to me very carefully," Sigmund continued as he backed Kyle onto the couch, and the younger fell back, and scrambled backwards on the red sofa, before finding himself trapped between Sigmund and the arm of the couch.

"Zhe next time you pull a stunt like zhat, I vill cast a spell of my own, and I guarantee you vill NOT like zhe consequences."

Kyle was pale and shaking, his knees drawn up and eyes wide open.

"Understand?"

Kyle hastily nodded, and Sigmund's cheerful expression returned as he backed off.

"Very good, then. Dazzle you later!" he said, vanishing in a cloud of violet smoke.

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About five minutes later, Kyle finally regained the ability to move, and was now sitting on the couch breathing in and out of a paper bag. It took a couple of minutes more, but he finally managed to calm down.

"Are you quite done?" Necronomicon asked as he floated over.

"I think so. Remind me to never to that again…"

"I told you three times before class started, 'it's a bad idea, don't do it!' You chose not to listen; you never do…"

"Yes, well…"

He was thankful it was Friday, so he wouldn't have to deal with Sigmund for the next few days.

At least, he hoped…

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….It was bound to happen one day…

At first, I wasn't that big a fan of this show, but then I watched the episode Kyle came in…and I got hooked. I mostly enjoy any episode that focuses on Kyle and his magic problems, like his numerous attempts to reapply to Milkweed. And then they brought in Sigmund…I swear they did that just to make me watch the show even more. I just wish they'd have him show up more, he's only officially been in two episodes that I know of. But I love the rivalry between him and Kyle, it's so funny to watch!

I hope I got Sigmund's dialect right, it's kinda hard for me to do German; I've listened to the way he speaks to make sure I'm doing it right, so I think it's okay. Hope you enjoy this story!