Shortly after the lunch bell rang, Abby decided that she couldn't wait anymore. As she followed the daily lunch rush towards the cafeteria, she made her way to the nearest girls' bathroom as covertly as possible.

It wasn't exactly the place she'd prefer to try an experiment, but anywhere else on school grounds would attract attention, and the chances of her sister hunting her down were high if she tried anything at home. Dual was still hounding her over her notes, even after handing them over to Sunset Shimmer.

I wonder if she's read through it all yet, Abby couldn't stop wondering, but she knew better than to pester a cosmic being about something.

Instead, she decided to practice her theory now that it had been expressed in writing.

It took a good five minutes to wait for the restroom in question to empty out, though Abby was just thankful that the stall she hid in didn't make her want to vomit. As soon as the last girl at the sink walked out the door, Abby quickly exited her hiding spot and checked the other stalls, just to be sure, before walking to the middle of the room and faced the mirror.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. “Let's see if I can do the Lighty Thing...”

She still wasn't one hundred percent sure about her own Class, but she was confident in her Aspect. Anderson Horsey's online test made certain of that.

In theory and practice, all Classes, even the Destroyer Classes, were capable of generating their Aspect to some degree, and that's all she really needed to do. So she stood there, in the girls' bathroom, thinking about the Light Aspect and all it encompassed.

Light. Literal light. Knowledge. Learning that knowledge. Luck. Good luck. Imagination. Was she even doing it right? Light is relevance. Relevance takes the form of fame, fortune, maybe I want some of that, but I just want...

What did she want?

All her life, she'd been the goofball. No one ever took her seriously. People seldom noticed her. Her sister thought she was nuts, her friends could be counted on one hand due to her oddball quirks, and her parents... who knew what they thought, busy as they always were.

She gave a now cosmic entity a stack of paper in a folder, because she believed that she'd found something that connected it all together. She did it, just like that, because she'd known the girl since she was a normal, albeit polymorphed student several grades ahead of her.

A weirdo who approached a not-a-deity with something that she believed in.

What did she want?

… Validation.

Her eyes opened as she exhaled, suddenly feeling exhausted by the unexpected introspection.

She was glowing.

Abby blinked owlishly as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her whole body, from her rosy skin to her baggy jeans, was giving off a very pale yet still very noticeable glow. Not quite white, not really yellow, but it was very obviously-

Light.

She was giving off Light.

Abstract Cognition stared at her reflection, a large grin forming on her lips, a giddiness bubbling up from her stomach. If the glow seemed to be brightening a touch, she didn't let it stop her from letting out a very loud, very victorious whoop of joy that echoed off the four walls around her.