"This is all your fault." A young Ravenclaw boy with glasses and a cowlick hairstyle glared at the Irkin kid, annoyed beyond words. He was cleaning the floor.

"Zim has no idea what you are talking about, Dib-Stink." The Irkin Gryffindor boy held his head high while he scrubed the walls, ignoring the glare.

"Do you always have to talk in the third person?" A first year Gryffindor boy asked.

"More often than you would think." Dib answered when Zim refused to.

"You don't say?" The Gryffindor boy, Kaito, smirked. "So, you guys come here often?" He pulls out a pack of cards and does an astounding vanishing trick. For a wizard, he didn't really like magic. Real magic, anyway. He prefered the ways of a magician, doing tricks that you needed years of experience to cast a spell to replicate. It was impressive, even if it was just a trick.

"It's all Zim's fault. He tampered with the potions because some other Irkin kid mocked him for being in Gryffindor. Then I tried to stop him, but Professor Wilson caught us both fighting and breaking stuff, so he put us in detention... with him."

"The Dib-Stink wouldn't have been punished if he had just stayed out of the way."

"He would have failed!"

"HE NEVER SHOULD HAVE CROSSED ZIM!"

"Alright, that's enough." Wilson was leaning up against the wall, watching the exchange. "All I'm asking is that you clean up this mess that you made, then you're free to go."

"Then why am I here?" Kaito asked, making the deck reappear again.

"Because you need to make up for the prank you pulled on that girl." Wilson replied.

"I said I was sorry!"

Wilson sighs. "Just put the cards away and help."

Kaito puts the deck up reluctantly and grabbed a rag, whiping down the counter.

They continued to clean up the mess, Kaito showing off a bit of his magic tricks, Zim and Dib sending each other death glares, and Professor Wilson just observing. After an hour everything was cleaned up.

"Alright, you're free to go, Kaito."

Kaito grinned. As he walked passed Dib and Zim, he said, "Good luck." then left.

"Zim, next time don't put your classmate's academic future on the line as a form of revenge."

"Zim will consider this."

Wilson nods. "You're free to go."

Zim left. Wilson turned to Dib. "I'm sorry that you have to deal with Zim all the time. Next time why don't you just talk to me before immediately jumping to challenging him to a duel? Your only on your second year and you two have been each other's nemesis since day one."

"I can't just let it go. Zim won't rest until he proves himself to the rest of the Irkins. And I have to stop him before all of this blows up in Professor Dumbledore's face! I mean no offence to him, sir, but how in his right mind did he think it was a good idea to allow Irkins into Hogwarts?! They are nothing but trouble, and giving Slytherin an even worse name! How that maniac ended up in Gryffindor instead is beyond me."

Wilson sighed. "Dumbledore's decisions can be questionable at times, but I trust his judgement. Just be patient and keep your focus on school. And the sorting hat is never wrong. I'm sure Zim will show his Gryffindor colors in time."

"Whatever. In the meantime I've got to be the one to keep him out of trouble."

"If you say so. You're free to go." He turns and heads out of the room, leaving Dib alone to wonder, 'Why me?'