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Equestria Girls: The Looking Glass World of Cheese and Pie

by scoots2

Chapter 2: Mage and Magician

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Pinkie Pie stood on her chair, waved both arms like an air traffic controller, and shrieked “OVER HERE!”

It was taking a while for Cheese to make his way across the cafeteria. He’d clearly done something to make other students decide that the new guy was hilarious, and couldn’t resist showing off. Little musical runs and tweets were coming from his direction. He also seemed to be having a hard time finding them, until Pinkie Pie reached the limit of her patience and screamed.

She jumped over one chair to make room, and Cheese slid up, with a heavy backpack slung over one shoulder, a tray that was literally bending because it had so much food on it, and a harmonica in his mouth.

“Heya, Cheese! You made it!” squeaked Pinkie. “Are you up for some serious planning?”

He dropped the tray, the backpack, and himself into the spot between Pinkie Pie and Applejack, spat out the harmonica, and slid it into the pocket of his loud yellow shirt.

“Yep! But, um—not this afternoon. I won’t be able to meet after school. I have detention. Sorry.” He began to attack the mass of food in front of him. He wasn’t particularly gross or sloppy about it, but the sheer amount of it obviously horrified Rarity, who was looking anywhere but at Cheese.

Applejack was used to hearty appetites. Something else had caught her attention. “Detention? Already?”

“Oh, no. What happened?” said Fluttershy, picking delicately at her salad.

“Yeah, what did you do?” asked Rainbow Dash, pushing off the table and teetering on her chair. “Because there is no way you didn’t do something, so I hope it was worth it.”

Cheese frowned. “I’ve got Mr. Doodle for homeroom. I think he has anger management issues. First, he didn’t like it that I brought my accordion along with me.”

“Now why in the wide world would you do a thing like that for?”

Pinkie and Cheese exchanged glances, and then turned to Applejack and gave her a long, incredulous look.

“In case of an emergency!” said Pinkie, and Cheese gestured towards her in a silent “you see?” “You never know when you might need an accordion. Someone might be in a bad mood.”

“Exactly,” said Cheese, and they fist-bumped.

“Sounds as though you put him in a bad mood instead,” said Applejack.

Cheese had begun inhaling food again, and had to swallow before answering. “Well, that’s true, but I didn’t know that. I figured a harmonica was smaller than my accordion and tried playing that instead, but that didn’t make him any happier, and I had to start juggling to cheer him up. Then he was really mad, and suddenly I had detention. It wasn’t a dead loss, though,” he said, smiling, “because I cheered a lot of other people up. I could tell, because when he kicked me out and told me to take my accordion and lock it up in the band room, they were giving me the thumbs up under their desks.”

“But now your accordion is locked up.”

“I’m not so thrilled about that,” he admitted, “but Miss Octave came out of her office and saw me leaving it there. She said she understood about wanting to keep your instrument nearby, so she gave me a copy of the keys to the band room and the closet. Best music teacher ever.”

“Y’know,” said Applejack, “for someone trying to keep a low profile, you’re off to a bad start.”

Cheese nodded. “I know. And even if I don’t have detention, after school is going to be tough anyway. They keep pretty close tabs on me. If I’m going to be late, or don’t go straight back from school, I need a really good excuse. Detention on the first day is only going to make it worse.”

“Extracurricular activities?” suggested Fluttershy.

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m not – well, I’d prefer not to give the impression that I’m in them, that’s all.” He leaned back in his chair and began juggling his fork and spoon. “For some reason,” he said, adding first Pinkie’s spoon and then Pinkie’s fork to the assortment, “they think I can’t focus. I get to do less and less all the time. I miss swing dancing.”

Pinkie snatched one of the forks and added Fluttershy’s spoon, too, so that five pieces of cutlery were whizzing around their heads. “Lucky. You got to do that?”

“Not for too long, and it was a few years ago,” Cheese replied, turning to Pinkie. The juggling was now going on one-handed and neither of them was paying attention. “That was the last co-ed school I was at. I guess they think I’ll get into less trouble at all-boys’ schools. Ha! They’re even worse.”

Applejack coughed. “Uh—who’s ‘they?’ ”

“But you know what I really want to do?” said Cheese, catching each fork and spoon in turn and spreading them out in a line. “Aerials.”

“Oooo. Me too!” squeaked Pinkie. “Like when the girl gets to flip over and go up in the air like this!”

She rocketed straight up from where she was sitting, blowing a noisemaker. Her classmates barely even noticed the way she hung in the air far too long before crashing back down, and her friends, except for Fluttershy, didn’t bat an eye. Rainbow Dash merely rolled her eyes and said, “Pinkie, you’ve never done any swing dancing.”

Pinkie had fished a cookie out of her pocket and had already bitten into it. “I’ve watched it on TV, though,” she said, spraying crumbs. “How hard can it be?”

“Who’s ‘they?’” insisted Applejack, sticking to her original point. “You keep saying ‘they’ won’t let you do this and ‘they’ won’t let you do that—who’s ‘they?’ And by the way, you said that was the last co-ed school you were at. How many schools have you been to?”

He began building the forks and spoons into a little tower, avoiding Applejack’s eyes. “Um—three. Or maybe it was four. I’ve never been expelled—just a suggestion that I’d be a better academic fit somewhere else.”

“Wow,” said Pinkie. “You must have been to lots of different kinds of parties!”

He turned back to Pinkie, leaning on one elbow, eyes wide and glinting, with a wild grin. “Planned them, Pinkie. I planned them. Every school I’ve been to, someone grabs me and asks me to plan a party, and by gosh, I make sure everyone has a super-duper fun time. And then everyone has too much fun, and before I know it, I’m in big trouble.” He gulped. “I admit it. I love parties, but I guess you could say I have a party problem.”

“Have you ever heard of a party cannon?”

“Four schools?” said Rarity.

“Because I’ve always really, really, really wanted a party cannon.”

“Um--call it five, including this one. And I really have to graduate this time.”

“What happens if you don’t?”

“I’ve heard a few options,” he said, looking away from Rarity this time, “and none of them are nice. So that’s why I said ‘low profile.’ Just a hint that I’m involved in planning a party wouldn’t be good.”

“Then don’t call it a party, silly,” said Pinkie Pie. “Call it a . . . a . . .”

“A civic festival,” finished Rarity. “A well-regarded civic festival.”

“That’s a great idea,” said Applejack. “It’s no more than the truth.”

“And I’m in charge of everything anyway,” Pinkie pointed out, “decorations and food and everything. You said you wanted to help, and I asked you to help find entertainment for me. So if you’re looking for people to perform, who’s to say you’ll be there? You’re just finding people who will.” She seemed to feel that this covered everything, because she pulled a bubble bottle from somewhere and began blowing bubbles towards Rainbow Dash, who expertly dodged out of the way. The bubbles floated past her and popped over the table currently occupied by the CHS soccer team. A blue haired boy in a Wondercolts tracksuit stared unhappily as bubble after bubble landed on his piece of pie and burst.

“Huh,” said Cheese, watching the bubble trail. “That’s completely unbelievable, so it might work. But there’s still the scheduling problem. I don’t know what time I actually have.”

“Pull out your schedule,” said Applejack, “and let’s have a look.”

“Aw,” said Pinkie, reading the list. “We’re not in any of the same classes. And you have a lot of them.”

“Some of them are repeats,” he admitted. “That’s why the only excuse that will work is ‘extra tutoring’ or ‘study sessions’—something like that. I’ve been told Vice Principal Luna is supposed to report back if I try to get away with anything. Is she likely to notice?”

All the girls looked at each other, but it was Fluttershy who said, “Um—Vice Principal Luna notices everything.”

“Best not to lie to her,” agreed Applejack. “So just don’t. Why not go ahead and do tutoring and study sessions?”

“Yeah!” said Rainbow Dash, lighting up. “I do those! That’s how I stay on the Wondercolts. You don’t have to show up every day or stay the whole time or anything. You can say it’s for study and then have practically the whole afternoon. I do it all the time.”

“So it’s really just a question of stretching the truth a tiny bit,” said Rarity, “as long as you pass the exams. That should be easy if you’re good at any of these subjects. Are you? Good at anything?”

There was an uncomfortable silence, and Cheese finally said, tentatively, “ . . . English? It’s basically spelling and making stuff up. And drama. And music. And that’s about it.”

Rarity sighed. “In other words, you’re not good at anything helpful. And unfortunately, since we’re juniors, we are not in any of your classes and don’t have the expertise to help.”

Fluttershy cleared her throat. “I might be able to help.” She pointed at one of the little boxes on the schedule. “Is that AP Biology?”

“I don’t know why they put me in that. I guess I’ve been in most of the other science courses, and technically I passed them, barely, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I’m in AP Biology.”

“Yep!” said Rainbow Dash, and threw her arm around Fluttershy. “Our genius biologist here . . .”

“Oh, stop it,” murmured Fluttershy, and blushed.

“Our genius biologist here’s at least a year ahead of everybody else.”

“I want to be a veterinarian,” Fluttershy explained. “I think I can help a lot more animals that way. Only it’s really hard to get into vet school, and I’m not a genius, Rainbow Dash. I just try really, really hard. I’d be happy to help you in that class, Cheese.” She placed her fork down and looked him firmly in the eye. “Only if I do, you have to promise you’ll work hard and take it seriously.”

Cheese flinched slightly under her gaze. “OK. I’ll do my best.”

“That will take care of one class,” said Rarity, “but I can’t imagine it would be enough to help you pass your exams or convince Vice Principal Luna that you’re studying for them.”

“And I have Mr. Doodle for math, too,” said Cheese. “I’m doomed.”

“Let’s think, y’all. Who do we know who’s a senior, who knows everything, and who owes us a big favor?”


~~

The library was very quiet for the middle of the day. Clearly, no one was interested in working through his or her lunch period, and even the librarian seemed to be on break. “Sunset?” Applejack called up into the half-light. “Are you up there?”

A voice drifted down from the upper floor of the library, as though it were borne on the dust motes flickering through the shafts of sunlight. “Where else would I be?”

“Y’know,” said Rainbow Dash, “if you want to learn about the magic of friendship, you might want to come down here once in a while and make friends. Like normal people.”

“Ooo!” Pinkie Pie bounced onto the bottom step of the stair leading up to the second floor, making it shake. “You could come down and I could throw you a friendship party! And you could be friends with everybody in the whole school! It’s not like they remember you turning them into killer zombies or anything. It’ll be fun!”

“I can learn all about the magic of friendship from up here, thank you very much. I don’t need to expose myself to everyone else. If you need a favor, or something friendshippy, you’ll have to come up here to ask me. I’m very busy.”

Rainbow Dash shrugged and walked past Pinkie on her way up the stairs, followed by Applejack. Rarity pulled herself back in distaste, and forced herself to go up next; Fluttershy glanced apprehensively at the upper floor, and followed close on Rarity’s heels. Pinkie waited for Cheese, who brought up the rear.

“Don’t worry, Cheesie,” Pinkie hissed, as they climbed the stairs. “She seems kinda scary, but she’s not really anymore. She’s just cranky because she wanted to be a magical unicorn pony princess and she couldn’t.”

“Oh,” said Cheese. “I could see where that would sting.”

They passed bookcase after bookcase, the books getting progressively dustier as they went further from the stairs. “I hear there are dead bodies back here,” said Rainbow Dash. “Students come in, and they never come out. WoooOOOOOooo,” she added, making spooky hand gestures at Fluttershy, who squeaked.

At last, they reached a table heaped high with books. At the head of it sat a girl in a black leather jacket, deeply immersed in one of them. She was surrounded by a reddish glow, which probably came from her flame-like hair, or the reflection of a dozen hand-sized mirrors. On a nearby table, she had set up a telescope, aimed at the gigantic domed skylight.

Some of the books spread out on the table were ordinary textbooks, some were large reference books, and some were beautifully bound in antique covers. Rarity was attracted to them as though by a magnet.

“What lovely books!” she sighed. “I didn’t know we had books like this in the library.” She reached towards a book with a deep purple cover, glittering with ornamentation that almost looked like precious stones.

“Don’t touch that!” Sunset Shimmer barked. “They’re not from this library. And I don’t know what happens if you touch one.” She forced her face into a smile. “I’m saying that in a friendly way, right?”

“You’re trying,” said Rainbow Dash, leaning against a bookcase, “but you still fail.”

“I’m . . . sorry,” she said. “Have you come to practice being my friend?”

“Sorta,” said Applejack. “We’ve got a favor to ask you. We need your help for Cheese Sandwich--Cheese? Where’d he get to?”

Pinkie and Cheese were still far down the aisle of bookcases, zig-zagging back and forth. Pinkie was popping out from the shelves, sometimes in the middle and sometimes hanging on to the top, and tossing books down to Cheese, who caught and skimmed through each before dropping it and catching the next.

“How about this one?” said Pinkie, as another book soared from the middle of a bookcase.

“Hang on. I need more light for this.” He pulled out a small flashlight and allowed his curly forelock to grasp it like a miner’s light. “Nope. This is on music.”

“Aw. How about this one?”

“Collected works of Geoffrey Chaucer.”

“BO-ring.”

“I think we’re looking for two ‘n’s. Or three.”

Sunset watched their progress, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward.

“How about this one?”

“Pyrotechnics and ballistics. This is it!”

“Woohoo!” shouted Pinkie, and sprang down next to her friends as Cheese darted forward with a book under his arm, sending up a cloud of dust.

Sunset’s eyes darted back and forth. She appeared to be sizing them up. Short girl . . . tall boy. Pink curly hair. Brown curly hair. Peculiar locomotion. Cheese quickly snatched the flashlight from his hair, but it was too late. Prehensile hair. Hmmm.

As if on cue, Pinkie and Cheese sneezed in unison. A shower of colored paper eddied around them.

“Hmmm,” said Sunset. “Go on, Applejack. You were saying you needed a favor.”

“Uh, yes. It’s sorta hard to explain.”

Pinkie drew a long breath. “Cheesie here promised he would help me with the Cake Festival, only he has to graduate too and he’s awful at school and he’s not allowed to do parties anymore, and he’s watched by like the Mafia or something, I don’t even know, but anyway Vice Principal Luna knows and he needs to be able to say he’s studying but really he’ll be helping me with the Cake Festival!” She finished with a giant grin. Cheese coughed.

Sunset rose from her seat, head held high. “You want me to lie for you. You want me to help you deceive Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna when I am trying to regain their trust.”

“Yep!” said Pinkie Pie.

“I’ll consider it, but on one condition,” said Sunset Shimmer. She moved along the table until she reached Cheese, and fixed him with glowing green eyes. “You will actually come here for tutoring sessions. You needn’t come every day, though it must be at least twice a week. I will expect to tutor you and for you to do your homework. I will stretch the truth, but I will not lie—not for you, anyway—and if something happens, I am going to deny all knowledge of it. One further condition —”

“I thought you only had one,” said Rainbow Dash.

“I expect you to be here, too,” she said, turning to Pinkie Pie.

“Me? Why me?”

Sunset Shimmer shrugged. “I have my reasons. I understand you can use the extra tuition. In any case, Pinkie Pie, those are my conditions. Take them or leave them.”

“Oh, sure, whatever,” said Pinkie, skipping over to the table and glancing at a book Sunset had left open. “Ooo, what’s this? ‘And solemnly sweared not to be scared . . .’ ”

“Don’t read that,” Sunset said quickly. “Friendship lessons, friendship lessons,” she murmured, as she closed her books. “I suppose this will count as a friendship lesson. And there’s no reason I can’t learn something she doesn’t know, is there? It’s all friendly competition. And now,” she said as she turned back to them, “if you’ll excuse me, I need some lunch.” She strode towards the stairway, all of them scrambling to keep up.

They had almost reached the balcony when Cheese blurted, “I can pay something. Not a lot, but I can manage.”

Sunset stopped sharply and a slow smile spread across her face. “Oh, I’ll get something I want out of it,” she assured him. “I always do.” She glanced down at the first floor. “I think lunch can wait for a few minutes. After the bell.”

She leaned over the railing and watched Flash Sentry as he sat at a study table, staring into space, moving the fingers of his right hand, lips forming inaudible words as he worked his way through another new song. “That was not the smartest thing I’ve ever done,” she muttered. “I knew nothing about having friends, let alone a boyfriend. I don’t know what I was thinking. Still,” she added briskly, turning her back and using the railing as a backrest, “it’s definitely for the best. It’s not as though I really belong here, after all. Someday, maybe, I’ll get to go home. I have to hope for that, anyway.”

They filed down the stairs. “Huh,” said Cheese, “this is a start, but still—and I need to get equipment from somewhere.” The bell rang, and he winced. “Mr. Doodle’s math class. Shoot me now.” He hurried out of the library.

“Darnit! Everything’s in my locker!” Pinkie darted off in the opposite direction.

The rest of them started making their way towards their social studies class with Miss Harshwhinny.

“Sunset Shimmer still scares me,” said Fluttershy. “Is it awful of me to think that?”

“Her manner hasn’t improved much, although I admire a certain regal quality about her. Still, she is trying to be helpful. One must give her a chance,” said Rarity.

“It’s not Sunset who worries me. I dunno, y’all. How much do we know about Cheese Sandwich, really? Four schools? Five? He gets into trouble? And he said himself he has a ‘party problem.’”

Rainbow Dash sighed. “Applejack, Pinkie’s got a party problem. All it means is that her closet is so full of balloons and streamers that she can’t fit her clothes in there.”

“I know,” said Applejack, “but who’s to say that’s what Cheese Sandwich means? Anyway, I’m gonna keep my eye on Pinkie, just in case.”

“He seems nice to me. You worry about Pinkie Pie a lot,” murmured Fluttershy. “Maybe even too much.”

“She’s my cousin. It’s my business to worry.”


~~


“Pinkie? What are you doing here?” exclaimed Cheese, stopping dead in the doorway, so that the other students leaving detention were blocked. “Oh, sorry,” he said, as he stepped to one side.

“I waited for you! Surprise!” said Pinkie, and she blew a party horn.

His jaw dropped. “Wow. Well, all right.”

She skipped towards the band room. “See, I remembered that Mr. Doodle made you lock up your accordion, and you said at lunch that Miss Octave gave you the key, and that’s where I keep my band suit because the Cakes say it keeps the twins awake, and you said you wanted to see it, so I thought you could get your accordion and I could show you my band suit at the same time!”

“And you remembered all that?” Cheese said, his long legs keeping up with her, one of his strides matching two of her short, bouncing steps.

“Yep. I remember things about people. I know you don’t have lots of time, so c’mon!” she said, and took off down the halls.

Mr. Doodle stepped out of his classroom and began to lock the door. Pinkie Pie raced by in a pink and blue blur. “Oh heya, Mr. Doodle, hope Mrs. Matilda’s ok oops sorry is everyone not supposed to know you’re dating but we all know anyway gotta go!”

“Pinkie Pie!” he yelled after her. “There’s no running in the—oh, what’s the use,” he muttered, and turned again to lock the door, only to be interrupted by another blur, this time a tall yellow and brown one.

“Ooops sorry Mr. Doodle I probably have detention again now oh well whatever totally worth it gotta go!”

Mr. Doodle rolled his eyes skywards. “Two of them. Two of them. What did I do to deserve this?”

Pinkie Pie halted at the door to the band room and waited for Cheese to unlock it. As he pulled the accordion out of the walk-in closet, she said, “What kind of accordion’s that?”

“It’s a piano accordion,” said Cheese, “and it’s heavy. I have a concertina, too, and I probably should have brought that instead, but she’s my favorite,” and he patted the case.

“I liked hearing you play it,” said Pinkie, as she rummaged through the closet. “Rarity says you play other things, too.”

“It’s not just polkas,” he admitted. “There’s other stuff, and I really wish you could hear it sometime, but probably not now. I’ll be in enough trouble with detention as it is.”

Pinkie Pie bounced out of the closet with a clash. “Ta-da!” she cried, displaying her band suit.

Cheese’s eyes lit up with pure greed. “I want one of those. Did you build it yourself?”

“Sure did! It’s got wind chimes on the back, see?” she said, turning around. “Where I’m from, there’s not a lot to do, and Mom and Dad don’t think TV is OK, so it kept me busy. I have to balance between the hand-held cymbals and the banjo,” she added, holding the latter out to him. “I guess technically you need two hands for both, but I don’t have much trouble doing that.”

“That’s funny,” said Cheese, trying a few experimental plinks on the banjo, “because neither do I. So you’re not from here after all. That makes sen—I mean, you’re not?”

“Nope. Mom and Dad and my little sisters still live out there near the quarry. I miss them a lot, but they thought I should be here instead, and I’m sure they were right, and I have Applejack and my friends, and the Cakes are totally nice. And I should take this off now,” she said sadly, “because they’re great, but they still don’t want this at home.” She took off the band suit, he handed her the banjo, and they locked the door. “We don’t dance much back where I’m from, either, but I picked it up really quickly once I moved here. I bet I could learn swing dancing really fast if you showed me.”

“Uh . . . um . . .” Cheese said, twisting his backpack, and then he dropped it. “Oh, sure, why not. I could probably get away with a minute or two. But I’m not that great,” he warned her. “I barely got to eight count Lindy and I kept hurling partners out and somehow they never made it back in. We’d do the She Goes and she’d just keep going.”

“But I wouldn’t,” said Pinkie Pie. “I’ll be good at this. You’ll see.”

She was. They didn’t have to stop and re-start more than once, and might have kept going if Cheese hadn’t glimpsed the clock on the wall and come to a sudden halt.

“That’s the time?” he gasped. “That’s the actual time?” He looked down, noticed that his hand was still linked in Pinkie’s, and hurriedly dropped it, backing away. “I . . . I . . . I . . . gotta run. Really. Now.” He began pulling on his coat.

“OK,” said Pinkie, buttoning hers and pulling on her gloves. “The bus stop’s on my way back to Sugarcube’s, so I’ll walk you there.”

She bounced out the door, and Cheese locked it. “How can you say no to something like that?” he murmured.


~~


“So you never got detention after all?” asked Fluttershy.

“Nope,” said Cheese, drawing a diagram on the back of a napkin. “Mr. Doodle doesn’t even bother anymore. He just looks really sad whenever he sees me. I keep wanting to cheer him up, but I asked him and he said that the best thing I could do to cheer him up was to leave.”

“Weird,” said Pinkie Pie. “That’s exactly what he always says when he sees me, too.”

“Isn’t anyone gonna ask me about the Little League tryouts? Or about our training program?” complained Rainbow Dash. “I mean, the world doesn’t revolve around this Cake Festival.”

“Just should revolve around you, huh?” ventured Applejack.

“Well, yeah!”

“I think Pinkie Pie has some splendid ideas,” said Rarity, and Pinkie Pie beamed. “I don’t think there’s ever been a Cake Festival with a fashion show of aprons before. Prim is delighted. She’s going to let me have the day to manage it, and that is our busiest season, with all the June weddings. She must think that it’s worth it.”

“Mr. Cake wants there to be a separate judging for sponge cakes and angel cakes,” said Pinkie, “but Mrs. Cake thinks that’s too technical. We’re still a little short on entertainment, though.”

Rainbow Dash groaned. “Please don’t tell me we’re stuck with Flash Drive again.”

“Pinkie, you’ve literally been in every club in school. You can’t tell me there’s no one to perform.”

“Oh, no,” said Pinkie, “but I think there should be auditions for everyone. Maybe we’ll find someone new, and besides, I want to see them all first.”

“And it goes—hmm,” muttered Cheese. “There’s got to be another way to do this.” He scratched something out and drew a different diagram.

“And Sunset Shimmer is still totally spooky, but I never knew all that stuff about fractions, so I don’t mind so much after all,” Pinkie went on, “only she sure stares a lot and asks a lot of questions.”

“Agh,” Cheese said, and consulted some notes. “And I still need a lot of materials. Who do I know who has black powder and who knows me and is going to let me have it anyway?”

Suddenly, Cheese tensed and leaned forward in his chair, his eyes locked on something crossing his field of vision at the other end of the cafeteria. “Who’s that girl?”

“Which one?”

“That girl. The one who’s always standing by the vending machines.”

“Her? Oh, that’s just Trixie,” said Applejack, shrugging her shoulders.

Pinkie Pie frowned, and Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and snorted.

“She calls herself ‘The Great and Powerful Trixie.’ Trust me, you do not want—”

But Cheese was already halfway across the room. Trixie stopped, apparently curious to know what this new person had to say to her. As more and more other students noticed his approach towards her, conversation ebbed and the noise of the cafeteria dropped, enough for Pinkie and her friends to hear—

“HEH-lo, good-lookin’, is that—”

The conversational buzz that broke out covered the rest of what he said, but then they saw something Canterlot High seldom saw. The Great and Powerful Trixie threw back her head, and laughed.

Author's Notes:

If I think of any brilliant comments, I'll edit them in later, but I thought you'd rather have the chapter! I try to hew as close to canon as possible, although between juggling the EG books, the movie, and the comic book, plus the FiM show, there are some discrepancies, and there I have had to make choices. For example, in the movie, the books, and the shorts, Fluttershy works at the animal rescue, but in the comic book, she works at the animal clinic. There's no reason she can't do both, but I like it when Fluttershy's commitment to animals reaches beyond the cute and fluffy, so pre-vet courses it is. Pinkie's brief membership in every club in school and her band suit are both taken from the EG comic book annual. And I'd like to thank both Mr. Tony Fleecs and Mr. Andy Price for talking to me about the EG comic book, and for their autographs, too!

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