A.N. Guess who's the idiot who's been writing oneshots and drabbles instead of Tooth Spell or I'm Here To Save you? I'm working on them both. Tooth Spell's almost done. I'm just not really happy about the length. But trust me, I will update soon. Planning to on Monday. So here's something I found that I wrote a while back. Enjoy!

Leaning against a random locker, a twelve-year-old, red haired conjurer waited in line to be admitted into the school auditorium for the annual school dance. He had been occupying his mind with thoughts from earlier that day.

"Hey, Kyle," Fanboy whispered to the Brit beside him. "Kyle."
Kyle turned around and glared at the giggling boy behind him. "What on Earth can be so important? I'm trying to study."
"How can you study?" Fanboy asked. He put his hands on his cheeks and girlishly squealed. "The school dance is tonight!"
Kyle sent the boy a deadpan stare. "And why would I be happy about that? It's more time stuck here with you ninnies."
Fanboy obviously didn't catch the distaste in the wizard's voice. "Who are you taking to the dance?"
Kyle rose an eyebrow. "Taking?"
"Yeah! Who's your date?" Chum Chum asked.
"Like I'd want to date anyone here."
"Come on, Kyle," Fanboy said. "You could find a date anywhere. I met mine a few days ago."
"I'm taking my cousin," Chum Chum chimed in.
Fanboy looked at the opposite direction from his younger friend. "Right... Cousin..."
Kyle's eyes grew a bit, as he gawked at Fanboy. "You? You have a date? Who would be daft enough to go with you? I mean look at you." He used a hand to gesture at the superhero attire.
Fanboy looked down at his costume. "You think I could've gotten someone better?" He looked back up at the wizard. "Thanks, Kyle. But I think I'll stick to the date I already have."
Kyle face palmed. Groaning, he turned back around.
But then began the curious nagging voice in the back of mind.
'Who do you think he's taking?'

Kyle was pulled out his thoughts by a loud voice. His head jerked up to find the source of the sound. It was Fanboy and Chum Chum. Though he wouldn't openly admit it, the Brit had to admit the elder "superhero" looked rather dashing in his formal wear even if his costume was underneath and the mask covered his face.
He tore his eyes away to examine the boy's date who was wrapped around Fanboy's arm.
Seeing the "superhero's" date, the Brit's jaw dropped.
'Is that boy completely daft?! Really? Bringing a MOP to a school dance?'
Kyle facepalmed and shook his head. "That idiot."
He leaned back against the locker, crossing his arms. A frown was etched on his face as Fanboy, Chum Chum, and the mop went by him.
"That boy is completely bonkers."