YES. I AM BACK. AND THIS VERSION SHALL BE MORE AWESOME THAN PRUSSIA. BI
SERIOUSLY. THERE. SHALL. BE. NO. SHAAAAAAME.
So, on that note, enjoy my little story!~
Oh, and um, btw, I'm placing Zim and Dib and Gaz and w/e the IZ cast lives in Canada. e_ e It would just go better with the story. I'm really tired of America (I live on its dick; gross) and I feel Canadian today. So yep uh-huh.
Zim looked up at the tall building in front of him.
Gah...the pet store place again? Well...GIR needs to be charmed again...it's really starting to wear off...
Said unit uttered a scratchy mew, wrapping himself around Zim's legs.
He bent down and whisked GIR off his paws. "Mewf." GIR uttered.
"GIR. Please, please, please, don't make a single sound, alright?" the cat nodded, blinking his cyan eyes innocently at Zim.
Zim pushed open the door. A bell tinkled overhead as he enetered. "Excuse me, I need you to charm my cat..." he sighed.
"L'right. Just put 'im on th' coun'er. It'll be fi'teen sick'es." the clerk said, obviously bored. She glared down at him. "Wow, yer small, kid." The blonde completely ignored the fact that he had green skin.
He placed the spazzing GIR onto the wooden counter, digging fifteen glistening pieces of silver out of his pocket and shoving them torwards the girl.
She simply tapped the smokey-grey cat with her plain wand and disgustedly pushed him back torwards Zim. "Thank you, come ag'in..." she growled. "...n't." Zim heard her mutter.
He shrugged off the obvious insult and dodged a family of four on his way out.
"Now, GIR, we go get my supplies...then we'll be done for the day! Sound good?" Zim had become more pleasant towards GIR, due to the fact the SIR unit/cat could no longer speak any language besides cat. He ruffled the top of his head and placed him back onto his shoulders.
"Meow!" GIR mewed, giving his owner a cat-like grin.
At Flourish & Blotts, he purchased; The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 2) by Miranda Goshawk, Break with a Banshee, Gadding with Ghouls, Holidays with Hags, Travels with Trolls, Voyages with Vampires, Wanderings with Werewolves, and Year with the Yeti all by Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Obsessed much?" Zim muttered.
The scarlet train rattled over the tracks, spitting fluffy smoke.
Zim sat in the very back of the train, accompanyed by Ron and Harry. Ginny was also there, glancing at the older boys, excited she was finally on her way to Hogwarts.
"So, Zim, where's GIR?" Harry asked politely, slightly titling his head.
"Um..." Zim looked up. "I bet he's just annoying some owls..."
Ron's hands instantly went towards his breast pocket. [A/N: Yes, that's what they're called. Sheesh. =u=] "He better not go after Scabbers!"
"Oh, please Ron, that rat could rot in the sun for three weeks and he wouldn't look any different." Ginny growled. Harry chuckled.
A girl with bushy brown hair poked her head into the compartment, aka Hermione Granger. "Hey guys! Have you met the new second-year? He's actually pretty smart!" she breathed.
In walked a kid with jet black hair, his eyes obscured by glasses. A cowlick went back in an awkward fashion.
"Dib...?"
DUN DUN DUN. I know it's short but please deal with it. Thankies. ~Dragon