As a thank you to all my loyal readers, I'd like to celebrate the first night of Chanukah with the release of my third fic. This is the first in the series I've dubbed, "The Springfield Chronicles": a series of "What-If" type X-Over stories that take place independent of the Negima series (some of them anyway).

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Negima! or iCarly. Updated: 2/1/2013

iLove Magic

It was a beautiful morning at Ridgeway Junior High School in Seattle, but that's not why the entire place was in an uproar. The dreaded English teacher, Francine Briggs was finally being replaced with someone fresh and new. Carly Shay couldn't help but walk with a skip in her step as she came in to find streamers all over the hallway to welcome the new teacher (and celebrate Ms. Briggs' dismissal).

As she arrived at her locker, she found her friends Sam and Freddie … getting along?! The two had been like bitter enemies and hated each other ever since they'd met, but for the first time in her life, Carly was actually seeing them laughing with each other instead fighting each other, and by fighting each other, it usually meant Sam was dominating Freddie in every sense of the word, especially physically.

"Hey, Carly," said Freddie cheerfully.

"Yo, Carls," Sam said with equal cheer in her voice.

"Wait," Carly started skeptically. "You two are actually … acting like friends?"

"We're not just acting," Freddie told her.

"Yup," Sam agreed, putting her arm around Carly. "The day we see Ms. Briggs get fired is the day me and Freddie are nice to each other –"

"– because nothing is better than getting rid of a teacher who hates us and subjects us to the most hated musical instrument on the face of the planet," finished Freddie.

"What? You mean the bagpipes? I thought the accordion was the most hated instrument of all time."

"Nope," Sam corrected. "Nothing is worse than Ms. Briggs' bagpipes."

"Really? Well, if you had to spend two hours a year with the Dorfmans, you would agree with me," Carly told them with a shudder and a wretch. "Ugh."

"Anyway, Carly, Sam, we'd better get to class before the new teacher arrives," Freddie said, looking at his watch as the bell rang. "We don't want to get detention."

"Aw, c'mon, Benson," Sam interrupted him. "New teachers don't give detentions on their first day."

"That's what you said on Ms. Ackerman's first day," Carly reminded her matter-of-factly.

"She gave me an F minus on a test I left blank. What was I supposed to do? Study? Just because all my answers were blank doesn't mean they were wrong, does it?"

"Uh, generally, yes," Carly answered her slowly.

"And you slashed her tires," Freddie reminded her.

"That was totally unrelated," Sam snapped.

"Yeah, it so wasn't," Freddie said under his breath.

"What was that, Fredward?"

"Nothing," he said quickly.

At that moment, Principal Franklin came around the corner and found them still in the hall. "Come on, kids, you don't want to be out in the hall when your new teacher comes in."

"Why not?" Sam asked him.

"Trust me, you'll want to be sitting down when you meet him," their Principal told them, and he herded them into the classroom.

When they were all in the classroom he turned to the class. "Okay, students," he began. "Please be seated, and Gibby, please put your shirt back on."

"Yes, sir," their pudgy, shirtless friend said as he sat down and pulled his shirt back over his head. For whatever reason, taking his shirt off for no reason seemed to be Gibby's hobby, plus he often did it to celebrate certain things, and to Gibby, today was a great day to be shirtless. Ms. Briggs had always picked on Gibby just for the fun of it, so it was a big weight off his shoulders to have her gone from his life forever.

"Now, your new teacher will be with you shortly. He is just finishing a bit of paperwork in my office. His name is Professor Negi Springfield. He is a genius the likes of which I've never seen before. He achieved a Bachelor's degree at Oxford University at the age of 9. I hope that you will treat him with respect, especially you, Sam," he said, gesturing towards the class troublemaker, who smiled innocently. "Now get your books out, he'll be with you in a few minutes." He left the room, leaving the students to contemplate their new situation.

"Oh, great," Sam groaned, her joy about losing Briggs now gone. "A genius. This means he'll be looking down on us even more than our other teachers, and that was bad enough already. Now class is gonna be more boring than ever."

The minutes passed, and still nobody came through the door. Everyone was starting to get impatient, until Sam stood up. "That's it, he's late."

"What are you doing?" Carly asked the abrasive blonde.

"Giving the teacher his first lesson: always be on time," she said with her mischievous smile as she grabbed an eraser from the chalkboard and rubbed the last piece of chalk on it until the chalk was all rubbed out. She stood on a chair, cracked the door open and delicately placed the eraser between the door and the frame, but at the very top so nobody on the outside would notice.

"That's what he gets for coming in late – a head full of dust," she said in a satisfied, yet bored tone as she took her seat behind Freddie.

"Will you ever give anyone a chance before making their lives miserable?" Freddie turned around to ask her, sounding amused.

"Not once, baby."

Finally, they heard a voice on the other side of the door. "Oh, the door's already open. Well, I'll just let myself in."

Showtime! Sam thought with great anticipation.

Well, there you have it. As Sam and Carly refer to her as, the horrible bubble-butt with crazy pointy boobs, Miss Francine Briggs is gone and there's a new teacher coming. It's only his first day and Sam is already going against him. She'll never change, will she? What will happen to our new, unknown Professor ... who isn't so unknown ... at least to us.

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