She had dismissed it as a mistake the first time. Had overlooked it the second, and merely groaned at the third. Now, as the fifty-seventh wisp of smoke trailed through the air, preparing to drop its cargo on her head, Celestia was stalking through the castle. Her scowl and limp mane were enough to send the castle staff running for cover.

She strode into the tower library, only to find Twilight giggling as she magically threw water balloons at Spike, who turned them into puffs of smoke with his breath.

Celestia sighed. Why did I ever cast that mailing spell?