Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

NollaBlack: I've always seen Katara as the stubborn, dignified girl of the series. I was worried I would get flamed for that last one, but I'm relieved you found it interesting!

MagicalBender: Oh, Zuko, what are we gonna do with you?

katara-zuko1714: I probably would've killed him too...

Rainproof Coyote: The last one was pretty sad, but I've always imagined that somewhere in Zuko's brain, he thought that Katara was too good for him, and that she deserved someone better, like Aang. Hopefully you still enjoyed reading it!

sweetpotatopumpkin: I always try to make a more upbeat drabble after I upload a sad one, so have no fear! Sorry if that one was confusing or overly dramatic, but keep in mind that I like to experiment with different genres in my drabbles, and that one just happened to be a bit more depressing. I hope whatever you're dealing with gets better! Here's a happier drabble just for you :)

"Is there anything else you need help with, Uncle?"

Iroh turned from where he was filing tests to face the teenager across his desk. Zuko, his favorite student, had stayed after school to help his dear old uncle in rearranging the classroom. He was so lucky to have such a strong, generous nephew.

"Hmm..." Iroh stood from his seat and examined the room. "I think I can finish the rest on my own later. You can go-"

The door to the classroom flung open, and a girl flew in, slamming the door behind her. Iroh recognized her as one of his students from the previous sememster. She was tan and had long, wavy hair. Her panicked blue eyes flickered from Zuko to Iroh, and back again.

"Mr. Mushi! Sorry to disturb, but I need a place to hide! Thanks!" Before either of them could react, she dove past his nephew, throwing herself behind a bookshelf that had not yet been replaced. Seconds later, a young man with wild brown hair strode into the room. Iroh saw his nephew's lip curl in distaste.

"Hey, Mr. Mushi. Zuko." The teen adopted a lax posture and scanned his eyes across the room. "You haven't happened to see Katara Jee around here, have you?"

Iroh watched as his nephew crossed his arms and glared slightly back at the other student. "Maybe, maybe not. Why?"

Jet shrugged, unfazed by the cold attitude he was receiving. "Why do you need to know?"

There was a tense silence which Iroh observed curiously. Neither of the boys seemed very fond of each other, and Iroh began to wonder if there was more to this story than he had originally thought. Maybe it had something to do with the pretty young girl currently hiding behind his bookshelf?

"She's not here." Zuko answered tersely. Jet's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"We had a study date, that's all." He replied offhandedly with a small smirk. "But I guess if you haven't seen her, then I'll be going. See you."

With that, he backed out of the room and shut the door behind him. Iroh heard the girl exhale and stand up.

She stepped out from her hiding place and faced them both, although her words seemed more directed to his nephew than him. "He was lying. I never agreed to study with him."

"Jerk." Zuko muttered before glancing back at her. Now that his irritation had faded, Iroh coulthat'll his awkwardness beginning to surface.

The girl, Katara, smiled. "Thanks a lot, for your help."

Zuko seemed to get even more flustered, and a light blush stained his cheeks. Iroh held down a chuckle. "No problem. Anything to get rid of that moron."

She laughed and his nephew smiled a little. Iroh stroked his beard. Perhaps he could help his nephew out a bit...

"Ah! I've just remembered another tadk for you, Nephew!" Iroh exclaimed, eyes sparkling.

Zuko frowned and turned to his uncle. "But, you were just saying that there wasn't anything else to do."

Iroh dismissed him with a wave of the hand. "It must have slipped my mind. I need these papers sorted through and organized." He gestured to a massive stack of miscellaneous assignments from his students. All in all, they were useless and supposed to be recycled, but the two teens didn't have to know that. "It's an awful lot of work though. Maybe Miss Katara could assist you?"

Katara looked up in surprise. "Um, sure! I have some free time."

Zuko's eyes widened and stared at his uncle in realization. Iroh just ignored it and smiled widely. "Excellent! Well, I've just been informed of a mandatory teacher's meeting, so I shall be stepping out for a moment. Have fun!"

Iroh exited swiftly before his nephew could protest, and shuffled down the hallway with a grin on his face. He heard Zuko grumble something (undoubtedly about his "crazy old uncle") and the girl's laughter echo off the hallway walls.

Mission, accomplished.

Author's Notes: Told you I'd be doing another modern one. Don't you just love it when Iroh plays matchmaker?

MI3