first thing I want to explain is the Negima characters hair color. and yes I know that is odd to point out, but let me make this clear, I will be going by how I interpret what their hair color is based on the manga, which of course is traditionally black and white, and not by the anime, neither the first or second one, so please don't bust my ass for it.

I neither own Doctor Who or Negima.


A Walk to Class

Mahora academy, one of the largest academy cities in the world with classes that range from elementary all the way to college, it of course houses a multitude of students ranging within the hundred millions in just one of its many campuses.

But while it is just a massive collection of schools, a feat that is never easy in of itself, looks are seldom what they seem. Because in Mahora there are many things that make it stand out in terms of normality, or better yet, lack thereof. Two of these odd characters currently are walking down its campus side by side.

The fifteen-year-old girl, with light red waist length hair tied in pigtails by two pairs of bells as a gift by her old professor and former care taker, wearing the school's junior high uniform.

To her right is a ten year-old-boy with short, deep red hair tied in to a short ponytail, wearing a green three piece suit with a tan colored robe and a staff tied to his back.

They both leisurely walked down the streets of Mahora with a particularly big smile on their faces, the students of other classes also strolling, and running past hem.

"Finally we're not making a run for the classroom for once." The girl, Asuna Kagurazaka cried out in pride. She looked to her left where the boy prodigy, and wizard in training, Negi Springfield, was walking beside her, just as calm and composed as she was this morning, wearing a smile just as bright and large as hers'; for the last several months the two have the have been running to class, or at least Negi has because since the beginning of last school year he had been assigned as the teacher to 3-A, as part of his training to become a full fledge wizard, unknown to his class, and Asuna was the first one to find out about his secret. In the beginning she never liked Negi, in fact she hated him, but through no fault of his own though, Asuna never liked children.

But soon after finding out that he was a wizard, and making a probationary contract with him to be his partner, they had become as close as siblings. And over time the other Girls of 3-A had come to discover his secret, but agreed to keep silent of it.

"you are right, it is nice to simply walk down campus," Negi said in an equally upbeat mood as she was. Asuna replied with simply a kindhearted smile, which Negi took for more than what he had said.

after a few minutes of walking, taking in the scenery that they always leave unappreciated, and even taking to waving to some of the students walking by, Asuna glanced at Negi, his smile gone now, replace by a different look altogether, and one she knew all too well. It was the look he had when he thought of his father Nagi Springfield, also known as "The Thousand Master," a very powerful, and very well-known wizard in the magical world who disappeared ten years ago, and the reason why Negi was learning to become a "Magister Magi," as a Means to find his father. It was that reason that Asuna had made her exception of liking Negi despite his young age: his set goals and determination, something she admired in him. But often it got him in to trouble, being too stubborn to think things through, and just taking one too many leaps of faith that resulted in him getting hurt. So without a second though, Asuna backed up next to Negi and gave him a light punch in the head, no too hard to hurt him, but enough to get his attention.

"Asuna!" he said, rubbing his head where the blow landed.

"Little kids shouldn't make those faces." She said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're a little kid, and yet you push yourself too hard and never let loose, like most ten-year-olds should." Negi was about to reply when they heard their names being called out. They looked where the voice came from, and saw two girls the same age as Asuna, and wearing the same uniform, running towards them. The girl on the left with long black hair was Konoka Konoe, an often unfocused airhead who is also the daughter of the chief of the Kansai Magic association with a special talent for healing magic, and also has a contract with Negi.

To the girl on the right with short black hair tide in a sideways ponytail and a sword strapped to her back was Setsuna Sakurazaki, a Shinmei swordfighter, a school which she seems to be very vague about, she is also Konoka's childhood friend and protector. While it seems unclear, it seems possible that she might have a crush on Konoka, but Setsuna seems just as unsure as the rest of them, while Konoka just doesn't even notice it at all, but it seems like any ordinary feeling anyone would have towards an old friend, even if they are the same sex, so they leave her alone about it.

"Konoka, Setsuna, good morning." Negi called to the girls as they caught up to them.

"Morning Negi-sensei." Konoka said as she came to a halt.

"Good morning professor." Setsuna said with a respectful bow.

After they had finished greeting each other, they waited a few minutes for Konoka to remove her skates so they could walk together. As Konoka removed her last skate, she asked: "the two of you are awfully early today."

"I know right? It's really weird." Asuna responded as se helped Konoka on her feet. "I don't know what happened."

"Maybe it was class reps resort that helped?" Setsuna proposed, as they began walking. At her last word Negi and Asuna briefly paused. For the last few weeks the both of them had gotten in to argument about Asuna wanting to help Negi despite the life threatening danger that resulted in Asuna taking it the wrong way, resulting in her not wanting to speak to him until yesterday where they had visited Ayaka Yukihiro, the class representative's beach resort where they finally set aside their problems.

"It is possible Ayaka's resort helped," Negi said. After a few minutes the four of them had made it to their school building. As they made their way up the steps there was someone waiting for them. An old man who looked in his mid-thirties, with short cut light brown cut hair, and light chin stubble and wearing a white three piece suit with a lit cigarette in his hand.

"Oh professor Takahata, good morning!" Asuna blurted out, her heart skipping a beat, missing a step and almost tripped over.

Takamichi T. Takahata, an old friend and caretaker of Negi's until he began school, he was also Asuna's old caretaker, and the one who gave Asuna her bells for her pig tails and teacher for the last ten years until she had entered junior high. During that time she had developed a deep love for Takamichi, but has yet to confess to him.

He greeted the girls and Negi as they walked up to him. "You four are unusually early." He said.

"Well we noticed that too." Setsuna said as she bowed to him. He them turned to Asuna, who blushed a violent red.

"Asuna I see you and Negi have made up."

"Why yes, actually we have Class Rep to thank for that actually." Asuna stammered, her heart threatening to burst from her chest.

"Well it's good to know that." He then turned to Negi. "Negi I have a message to you from the headmaster."

"Why, what's wrong?" Negi asked.

"Nothing's wrong," Takahata assured him.

"Then what is it?" Konoka asked.

"Its just that Negi has been reassigned to another class."

"What!" the all asked in shock.

"Don't worry, it's only for today." He reassured them. After saying their goodbyes, Takahata showed Negi to the class he will be teaching for the day, while the girls walked to their class, Konoka was the first to speak. "Why did professor Negi get reassigned?"

"Yeah why is that." Asuna replied, because thinking about it Takahata never gave any reason why they had a substitute.

"That's very odd." Setsuna said. "Takahata is always forward with us. Why didn't he say anything?" but the dismissed their pondering as they walked in to class. It felt odd because it felt very empty, with only around a handful of students sitting around, possibly because of their early arrival.

"Well this is unusual." they heard a voice say. The three arrivals turned to a young girl with long blond hair, giving Asuna a smug smile.

"Oh good morning Ayaka." Asuna said, her good mood dashed away. Setsuna and Ayaka had known each other since elementary school, though that didn't meant that they got along, on the contrary they would constantly fight, at any opportunity that presented itself, especially recently since Negi's arrival, where almost instantly she had grown an obsession for the boy genius. But despite that the two were still good friends, even though it hardly showed.

Suddenly Ayaka began looking around the tree of them, as if looking for something.

"Asuna." Ayaka said ending her search and straightening up. "Where's professor Negi?" that was when a devious smile came to Asuna's lips. "What's so funny?"

"Negi's not here Class Rep."

"What?" Asuna proceeded to explain Negi's temporary reassignment, but "forgot" to mention the temporary part. Leaving Ayaka to her overdramatic ramblings of how to bring Negi back, Setsuna Konoka and Asuna went to their desks.

"Asuna was it right to leave Class rep like that?" Konoka asked Asuna when they sat down. They both turned to her as Ayaka was on her knees, her rambling time reaching a new record.

"She'll be fine." Asuna assured her. "By the time class starts she'll be back to her old self." And as Asuna said, Ayaka had pulled herself together and set herself at her desk by the time the first bell had rung.

As the class waited for the substitute to arrive, Asuna kept she occupied thinking of who the substitute might be, or rather hope who it might be.

Professor Takahata, I hope you can liven my day up.

"Asuna, are you daydreaming about professor Takahata?" Asuna jumped as she abruptly came from her fantasies.

"Konoka I," Asuna began before hearing a series of footsteps from the hallway. Asuna sat up as her hopes skyrocketed; Then semi dashed when the man that walked in was anyone but.

He looked to be American, in his early thirties, wearing a blue suit with a brown undershirt and tie with a pair of trainers for footwear, and he had short messy chestnut hair. Walking behind him was a red haired woman who looked to be older, but still very pretty, and her attire looked far less dreadful than the man's

"Good morning class," he said walking to the blackboard, picking up a piece of chalk and began writing on it. "My name is The Doctor." He said dragging it out as he scribbled his name. "And my friend here is Miss Donna Noble, and we will be your substitutes for the day."