Maud watched Trixie from her vantage point behind the bushes, contemplating on what, if anything, she should do about the situation.

The last few months following the Spring Fling had been awkward to Maud. Weekly she would see Trixie come to the quarry quietly, look over at where Maud was, stand there for a few moments, and leave. She probably thought Maud never noticed her.

But she had, and it had led to Maud hiding like this to see what Trixie would do if she thought Maud wasn’t around. What she witnessed caused Maud’s fingers to twitch in irritation as old memories of another girl came back to her.

Trixie had paced for a little, but not angrily like she had in the past. She eventually stopped and seemed to fret over something, her face slowly changing in a way that made it hard for Maud to stay hidden. Finally, Trixie sat down on the stump Maud used to sculpt on and buried her head in her hands.

That was a few minutes ago, and the crying had yet to stop.

This scene, it reminded her of Marble. This whole thing was just too similar for Maud. While she would willingly go through the same pain again for her family, Trixie wasn’t family. She’d learned not to get involved with anyone outside of them by now, hadn’t she?

So why was it so hard for Maud to ignore Trixie? She chewed her lip in agitation.

No. she finally decided. Getting involved herself was too problematic, even without the obvious issues at school.

Despite what others may think, Maud wasn’t slow. Many thought she lived in her own world, but she liked others thinking that of her. She was all too aware of Snips and Snails following her around for weeks after the Spring Fling. Of Sunset knocking over Trixie when Maud walked by just to see a reaction from her.

Maud knew when she was being baited; it was even more obvious with how few students were around during these times. Lime had done something similar to Maud in the past. But, while Lime could tell what Maud was feeling, Sunset couldn’t. Maud knew how little her face gave away to others, for better or worse. So, she just walked by each time Sunset baited her, despite how her hands ached to make Sunset scream again like on the night of the Spring Fling.

She hated that side of her. It made her blood boil for someone it shouldn’t. Trixie wasn’t family, so why?

Maud sighed and turned away, doing her best to slink off without being noticed. Distance didn’t help though. Trixie crying on the stump was still burned into her thoughts.

I shouldn’t get involved. She reasoned. But, maybe Pinkie could help?

Her sister was the most social of the Pie family; perhaps she could find a way to help Trixie in Maud’s place. Getting involved with Trixie would be a lot of time and work, though she didn't really care about that. All that really mattered was how it would eventually leave Maud in the same hole as last time. It just wasn’t worth it.

The part of herself that Maud hated disagreed.

"So, I was all like 'What! Dashie did NOT do that!' and Applejack was all 'Well she did! Don't ya bah'lieve me?' and I was like 'Of course I do! But, really? She totally bailed like that?' and she was all 'Yep, that's why ah'll be-"

Inwardly, Maud sighed. She wasn't able to concentrate on what her sister was saying. Instead, she found herself looking over at a nearly abandoned table in the cafeteria along the back wall. She could just make out the plaid skirted girl who had her head down on the table. Next to her was a cafeteria tray, the food barely touched. Again.

"And Fluttershy, pfft. Don't even get me started! She hasn't spoken to me in weeks! Huh...actually, most of them haven't spoken to me a lot lately. I know we all need some alone time! I was given that speech! I know to knock before walking into Lime's room now! But, this is just plum loco. Why would...Maud? Helllooooo? Mmmmmaaaauuuud!?"

As a weight pressed on her, Maud's left eye swiveled over to see Pinkie resting her head on Maud's shoulder and looking in the same direction as she was.

"Soooo, who we looking at? Oh..." Pinkie took her head off of Maud's shoulder and scratched the back of her own. "Yeah...she's a real pickle stuck in a closet hidden in an alleyway."

Maud blinked.

"I mean, I heard a little bit about what happened. Really lousy luck that half the school got told the wrong location for the party. I guess that solves the mystery of why I was asked to decorate at two different places though. I did think it was a little strange to hold a second party on the same night as the Spring Fling, but you can never have enough parties, right?"

Pinkie shrugged while Maud continued to look at her.

"Oh, come on Maud, don't give me that unhappy look! I tried helping her! I really did! But nothing worked! She's really, really, reeeaaallly hard to please!"

Trixie rounded the corner, wondering what Pinkie Pie's note had been about.

I have something to show you right after lunch! Head to the gym and get ready to laugh!

Apparently, it wasn't a secret meeting or anything, as Trixie was quickly passed by several others who made their way through the gym doors in front of her.

"Behold!" Trixie heard Pinkie cry out, just as she entered the gym. " Feast your peepers on the Great and Comical Pinkie Pie!"

Pinkie had attracted a small group of students who were watching her up on the bleachers as she juggled a half dozen balls. She was wearing a pink, star studded wizard hat, along with a full cape of the same color, and a big, bushy, grey beard. Trixie really didn't understand it, but others were laughing, and she had been invited. With a quick glance around the gym, Trixie managed to find a quiet spot away from the others to watch from.

After a few different tricks, she had to admit, Pinkie wasn't bad. She was no Trixie, of course. But, she did some of the basics well enough. The crowd was certainly eating it up. From simply pulling a rabbit out of her hat (Trixie heard Fluttershy and Pinkie had words later for borrowing Angel without permission), to card tricks, Pinkie managed to work them them into a very amusing comedy act.

She was actually starting to enjoy herself, when-

"Fickle, aren't they?"

Looking to her left caused Trixie's heart to start racing. Sunset was standing there, her arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on her face as she watched the show.

"W-what?"

Sunset casually flipped her hand at Trixie. "Fickle. I mean, look at her. She doesn't really have much experience at this, right?"

She nodded back. "W-well, yeah, Trixie means, she's only a novice, s-so-"

"Yet-" Sunset interrupted, giving her a smirk that border-lined on condescending. "She is getting more people to watch this amateur hour of hers then I remember at any of your shows."

"..."

"Oh, and if you could be a dear, let that rock freak know my arm is much better now."

Trixie didn't have anything she could say. Looking to her right, she spotted the exit and began trying to inch away.

"By the way, when is your next show? I haven't heard a peep out of you in a while now."

"T-Trixie doesn't think she will be-"

"Oh?" Sunset's grin was cruel, bringing back memories of the last time they spoke to one another. "Well, that's good to hear. Wouldn't want you getting any ideas in that head of yours to do something stupid again, right? Besides-" Sunset indicated Pinkie on the stage. "It looks like you've already been replaced."

"So, yeah, apparently comedy acts don't cheer her up, but I did try to help her make new friends a couple days later."

Trixie gave a glare, though there was little heat behind it. "What is it today, Pinkie?"

The pinky party girl grabbed Trixie's hand and held it firm as she walked along the hallways, humming to herself.

"Pinkie, let go! Trixie's class is the other way!"

"Don't you worry, Trixie! Today's the day we get you some new friends. Or...would they be old friends now? You were pretty popular with everyone a few months ago."

Trixie struggled, but Pinkie's grip was like iron. "Y-yes...Trixie was..."

"Hi!" Pinkie called out to a few girls as she approached them. Trixie worked to make herself small behind Pinkie.

The trio waved as one of them spoke up. "Oh, hi Pinkie, what's up?"

"You remember Trixie, right? Didn't you have classes together?"

Pinkie pulled Trixie out from behind her. Quickly after, one of the girls spoke up, nervousness clear in her voice.

"A-actually, Roseluck was the only one in her class. So...w-we'll leave you two to catch up."

"W-what? Me? W-wait, Daisy, Lily!"

Seconds later, it was just the three of them. Trixie was the first who spoke up, while giving Rose a nervous smile.

"U-um...hi there, Roseluck..."

Roseluck's eyes darted around the hallway nervously. "H-hello, Trixie."

Half a minute went by in silence after that, forcing Pinkie to step in. "Sooooo, how long has it been since you two last met up?"

Rose raised an eyebrow at that, looking at Trixie with a slightly irritated look. "That was when you asked me whether or not I voted for you in the Spring Fling, Right? Before we...found out?"

Trixie's breathing started to become erratic. "R-right."

"It's like, NO ONE wants to speak with her. There all either nervous about something, or upset over those little fibs she did. I mean, once, it was going well. ONCE! And then the girl just ran off after getting a text from her mom." Pinkie shook her head, a frown on her face now.

Maud put a hand on Pinkie's Shoulder. "It's okay, Pinkie...You tried your best..."

Pinkie gave a small groan and leaned back in her chair, curling her back over it so far that her head wound up upside down.

"I know, but, parties and happiness is my thing, ya know? It's like, Trixie is filled with anti-Pinkie or something! My powers are strong, but they keep getting cancelled out around her." Pinkie gasped and quickly lunged at Maud, wrapping her arms around her. "D-does that mean Trixie is my arch rival?"

"...I don't think so..."

Pinkie wiped sweat from her face. "Oh, good. I don't need one of those just yet, no matter how fun it would be to use my rocket punch! But, yeah, I don't know what to do for her anymore. I even tried helping her with a big, super duper major event that could help undo all of this. Buuuuut, she wasn't as excited as I thought she'd be..."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW!?"

Sheesh, i'm already losing her.

But Pinkie was a pro at dealing with annoyed people, you just had to get it all out quickly to them, that way they'd be too busy thinking about your awesome plan to keep being angry. It was time to talk fast and loud. "The Fall Formal!"

Trixie blinked in confusion. "What?"

Pinkie tried talking louder so Trixie could hear her better. "I'll totally help you run in the fall formal!"

All conversation in the lunch room stopped.

Huh..maybe that was a little too loud. Ah well, the more, the merrier, right?

Plus, now that she thought about it, what better way to announce to others your interest in running than at the lunch room? It was perfect!

Trixie didn't seem to think so, though. Or she was so excited, she wanted to show Pinkie her expression of a ghost. Or baking flour, Pinkie couldn't tell. Either way, Trixie was really good at turning white when she wanted to.

She's taking the bait! Now, I just need to reeeel her in!

"The Fall Formal totally has a princess title and a crown thingy and everything that the Spring Fling did, so it'd be like a do over for you!"

Oddly enough, Trixie was still pretending to be a ghost, though parts of her were definitely twitching in more of a possessed person way. Not to mention how she kept looking over at Sunset who was watching the whole thing with a neutral expression.

"Then, she totally left. She didn't even give me an answer! Talk about rude, right? I searched for her later, but she wasn't anywhere in the school. Maybe she got sick and went home? Luckily, she wasn't sick for too long cause I saw her again the next day. I figured maybe I could get an answer from her then, but the minute I asked, she just walked out of the school and went home. Again! So, I figured I probably shouldn't go near her for now. If she really is filled with anti-Pinkie, then maybe being near me is making her sick?"

Maud didn't reply, her gaze still lingering over the unmoving girl at the other table. Her foot started to tap, an action Pinkie took notice of.

"Something bugging ya, Maud?"

"...Kinda...could you help me with something...?"

The Following Day...

Clink.

Please let that not be Pinkie again.

Trixie raised her head for a second to peer over to her right where the sound of a tray hitting the table came from. Her gaze was met by a pair of dull turquoise eyes.

"...Hi..."

Trixie groaned and buried her head back between her arms. She hoped that Maud would leave, but knew she wouldn't. Maud was stupidly stubborn like that.

Trixie did her best to ignore Maud, hoping she'd take the hint, but it was not to be. After a moment, Trixie heard a strange click, and Maud began to eat in a surprisingly noisy fashion. Trixie tried gritting her teeth and ignoring it, but the longer it went on, the more grating it got. Trixie finally reached her limit when a full ten seconds went by with nothing but the constant noise of Maud slurping.

Trixie raised her head and glared daggers over at Maud. "What do you want!?"

Click.

To Trixie's utter confusion, Maud clicked off a cassette player that was next to her. Once it was off, all of the strange, irritating food noises disappeared. A quick glance revealed that Maud's food had hardly been touched.

"...Nothing..."

"...Nothing...you just...came over here, with that ancient thing, and thought to bother Trixie by making her think you had the table manners of a dog?"

"..."

"...Ugh...I don't even...ugh..."

Trixie put her face back down on the table.

Click.

Immediately, her head shot back up. "Don't turn that stupid thing back on, you twit!"

Click.

"Maud, why do you even have that? No one has one of those anymore. If you wanted to bother Trixie with noises, just use your phone."

"..."

"...You don't have one, do you?"

"I don't-"

"-have any need for it?" Trixie interrupted. She sighed and placed her head back down, though she kept herself turned towards Maud so she wouldn't turn on the cassette again. "Makes sense. It's not like Trixie's phone has been needed in months either...did you really just come over here to bug Trixie with that ancient toy?"

"I...needed to return this..."

Maud took a rock out of her pocket.

"You dropped him a few months ago..."

Trixie looked at her, puzzled. "You picked up a rock that Trixie dropped? Where did she drop it?"

"...On Sunset..."

She visibly paled. "O-oh. N-no thanks. You can keep him... I have enough memories of that night already."

Maud stared at Trixie for an uncomfortably long moment before placing Boulder back in her pocket. Once done, her eyes slanted down towards Trixie's untouched tray.

"...I haven't seen you eating lately..."

Trixie shook her head and pinched the bridge of her own nose. "Please don't say it like that. It's creepy." She picked up her fork and poked at the salad for a moment. "It's fine, Trixie's not much of a salad person anyways."

"...Then why do you keep getting them...?"

"I-I...it doesn't matter anymore, does it?"

"...What do you mean?"

Sighing, Trixie picked up her tray and stood up.

"Never mind. Just do the world a favor and get a phone if you want to annoy someone again."

Trixie gasped as she hit the floor, her books and papers scattering across the hallway.

"As clumsy as ever, I see."

Chills went down Trixie's back as she looked up at a smiling Sunset Shimmer holding her hand out.

"Here, let me help you up."

As much as she didn't want to, Trixie was stuck. She held her hand up to Sunset who helped her stand back up.

"There, that's much better, isn't it? Now, why don't you get those papers over there picked up, while I get these books for you?"

Trixie nodded stiffly and took a few mechanical steps towards the papers Sunset indicated. Less than half of a minute passed before Trixie felt someone invading her personal space.

"By the way,-" Sunset asked from directly behind Trixie. Her voice was a near whisper, her mouth so close to Trixie's ear that she could feel Sunset's breath upon it. "-How's the rock freak been lately? Not giving you any stupid ideas like her sister I hope?"

She started to shake. "U-um...I-I...I-"

"Shh-" Sunset interrupted. Her arm snaked out into Trixie's line of sight and dropped the books into her shaky grasp. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. In fact, I think it is probably a good plan for you to remain quiet for the rest of your time at this school. You agree, right?"

"..."

Sunset ruffled Trixie's hair from behind before walking off. "Good girl."

Step,step,step,step...

The only thing worse than having a stalker in Trixie's opinion, was having one that didn't know how to stalk.

Step,step,step,step...

Trixie rubbed her head to calm down a little, before turning around. Not twenty feet away, Maud was crouching behind a tree in Trixie's neighbor's yard, her head and half of her body completely exposed.

"I can see you, Maud! Just like Trixie saw you the last three times she turned around!"

Maud silently shuffled a little more behind the tree, though not enough to hide her presence. At all.

Trixie stomped on the sidewalk. "Hiding doesn't work like that, Maud! I already know you're there!"

"..."

Turning back around, Trixie proceeded to quickly walk the rest of the way to her home. After taking her key out and placing it in the door, a spot of movement to Trixie's left grabbed her attention. Maud was pressed against the side of her house, less than a few feet from Trixie. She stared at Trixie intently. At least, Trixie was pretty sure that was the look Maud was giving her.

"Do you...want to come in, or something? Is this your creepy, non-talkative way of asking if you can visit Trixie's house? The answer is no, by the way."

"..."

"Ugh, fine. Do what you want, just don't bother Trixie."

She opened the door, while giving Maud a questioning look. When this met with the same stone-faced stare as always, Trixie walked in, leaving the door cracked open slightly.

Idiot. What is she even doing here?

Sighing, Trixie walked up the stairs to her room. The slight creak of the front door opening sent a creepy feeling down her back. She was pretty sure Maud wasn't here to do anything bad, she just wished Maud was a little less weird. Or easier to understand at all.

After reaching her room, Trixie slumped onto her bed and pulled the blankets tight around herself as she blankly stared at the wall. Her clothes felt stifling, but, everything did now. Her old habit of immediately undressing after school no longer helped. She couldn't strip away how she felt anymore. The discomfort she was feeling now wasn't simply from her clothes, or a fake personality she could remove at home. It was everywhere.

Her mind begin to wander, like it had every day she got home ever since the Spring Fling.

Sunset seemed to always be around at school now. She rarely did anything to Trixie, but, it was like she was keeping tabs on her, in case she did something. What that something was, Trixie wasn't sure. Every week or two Sunset would remind Trixie of her presence, even if it was just to push her over, or make a subtle comment before walking off again.

Maybe Trixie could transfer schools? I don't think my grades are good enough anymore to get into Crystal Prep though... and nothing else is closer.

Maybe she could go to a boarding school? She'd be away from her parents, but-

Trixie was brought out of her depressing thoughts by a rude jab to her side.

"Gah!"

A quick turn of her head revealed the culprit to be Maud. She was just standing there, with a finger out, inches away from Trixie's side.

"...Sorry..."

"Sorry? Sorry!? How can you say you're sorry when you did that on purpose!?"

"...I didn't know how else to get your attention..."

Trixie rolled her eyes. "Maybe calling my name would have been a bit less weird? Not that this whole thing isn't weird enough." She glanced down at Maud's other hand. "And what is that?"

Maud lifted her hand and shook the box she was holding. "...I thought you might be hungry...you didn't eat lunch again..."

"I'm fine...look, Trixie isn't in the mood for anymore of, whatever this is. You know the way out."

With that said, Trixie turned around and went back to facing the wall again. Several minutes passed in silence, and Trixie was growing a tad concerned about just how quiet Maud was, when she felt a new weight on her bed.

Before she could work up the energy to get upset, Trixie felt a weight press against the back of her legs, and another one press up against her stomach. A quick glance confirmed that Maud was laying behind her on the bed. One of Maud's legs was pressed against Trixie's, while her arm was pressed against Trixie's stomach outside of the blankets.

"What are you doing?"

"..."

Trixie sighed. "You just get creepier, and creepier, Maud."

Curling up a little more, Trixie's arms unintentionally wrapped around Maud's wrist, lightly squeezing it against her stomach.

Despite her lack of social graces, Maud knew enough to remain silent about it.

No one should have to be up at this hour on a Saturday.

Yet, here she was. Walking through the quarry to Maud's little hidey hole shortly after the break of dawn. Well, it was closer to the afternoon than it was to dawn. But, Trixie considered anything before noon on a Saturday to be a bad hour to be awake.

Trixie rested against a stone wall in the quarry for a moment, panting. At one time, she would make this trip without stopping at all. But now, her body ached. It probably had something to due with the amount of weight she had lost over the last few months. Not all of it had been fat apparently. It'd probably help if she did more than go to school and then go back to her room and do nothing. It'd probably also help if she could actually feel hungry, or explained what was happening to her with her parents.

But, she didn't care to. She couldn't really explain it. Her head always felt heavy, her interest in paying attention to studies, or the world in general was gone. She just couldn't find it in her to care, and being asked about it only annoyed her.

After another minute or two, Trixie continued on her walk. Even this was bothersome, but Maud was rather insistent on Trixie coming out here today. And Trixie felt like she owed Maud for the visits, as strange as they were. Explaining to her parents that Maud was a friend was easy enough. And the excuse that they were studying helped with why they were so quiet.

Trixie's rambling thoughts came to an end as a weight pressed into the middle of her chest, promptly stopping her forward momentum.

"...Hey..."

Trixie took a step back. "Oh, sorry about that, Maud. Trixie wasn't paying attention." She raised an eyebrow. "Not that she should really be out here in the first place."

"...Sorry...it's this way..." Maud grabbed Trixie hand without warning and started walking.

For a moment, Trixie struggled against Maud's grip as they walked, but it was like iron to her. "You're getting as bad as your sister. Fine, Trixie will tolerate you man-handling her like this. Once. However, she'd like to know why you have gotten so aggressive lately."

"...I'm acting normal..."

"Really?" Trixie grabbed onto Maud's arm and kept pulling until Maud finally stopped walking. "Because normally you would just ask Trixie to follow you, or give her a chance to say no."

Maud let go of Trixie's hand and turned to face her. "Sorry, this is important..."

Surprisingly to Trixie, Maud seemed to shift around a little, her foot digging at the ground almost nervously. When no explanation was forth coming, she tried giving Maud a weak smile and made a shooing motion with one hand. "Are you going to lead Trixie to whatever this is, or stand there till she's bored and goes home?"

Maud stopped her digging and stared at Trixie for a long moment before turning back around. "It's this way..."

Maud continued to walk, bringing Trixie down to her little boxed canyon where she used to come to rant. Everything was the same as usual, except for a grey cloth covering something in the middle of the hideaway. Whatever it was, it was fairly large. It seemed to be at least as tall as Trixie.

"Hmm..." Trixie circled the cloth covered object once before turning to Maud confusedly. "You just wanted to show Trixie a new sculpture?"

Maud's stared at Trixie again, the vaguest hint of surprise in her voice. "...Kinda...How did you-"

"Pfft, Maud?" Trixie waved her hand to indicate the area. "There is nothing out here besides rocks, and it's you. What else would Trixie expect you to show her out here?"

Maud nodded to Trixie's explanation, and started removing the cloth while Trixie continued speaking.

"Still, I don't quite get it. You asked Trixie out here to show her more of what she's seen every time she has come out here already? At least it's not as...different as everything else you've done this month, but-"

Maud removed the cloth, revealing her latest sculpture. Trixie stopped talking unable to do anything but gawk at the statue.

It was her, or to be precise, her on the night of the Spring Fling. Colorlessly, asides from the natural grey's and browns of the stone itself, it displayed Trixie in her dress from that night. She was smiling, and had the Spring Fling's crown on her head, meaning it was capturing the moment she had started her speech right before Sunset ruined everything.

Warning bells went off in Trixie's head. She was alone in a quarry, with a creepy girl who had just spent who knows how long making a statue of her. With a fake smile, she looked over to Maud, who was still staring at the statue, while quickly thinking through the fastest way out of the quarry.

"W-wow...t-that's impressive, Maud. I haven't seen a statue of myself before. Did you make it?"

Slowly, Maud looked over to Trixie, before quickly looking back to the statue. "...Something like that..."

"Great! Well done! So, with this out of the way, I think I'll just-"

"What do you see...?"

Trixie only managed to get about ten feet between her and Maud before the question was asked, halting her slow retreat. "What?"

"...Is it really you?"

Raising an eyebrow, despite Maud being unable to see it, Trixie took a step or two closer, looking the statue over.

"Maud...? It's definitely Trixie. A-are you seeing another Trixie around, lately? Has the statue been talking to you? I-is there some kind of medication you've run out of...?"

Maud turned to Trixie, her face slightly scrunched up. Possibly in irritation. Trixie was pretty sure it was irritation.

"...Let me try again...you were faking before, right?"

"Hmph, always with the accusations. Trixie was enhancing herself at the time."

"...And now?"

Trixie gestured down to herself. "Do you see me wearing anything like I did in those monstrous photo's? Do you see her eating anything like she used to?" She balled up her fists. "...I'm not-"

"-But" Maud interrupted, stepping a little closer to Trixie. "You're not acting like you used to at school."

Trixie's eyes widened a bit. "Of course not! After what happened!? After what Sunset did? Do you realize what she would do if Trixie started acting like that again?"

She started trembling.

"I'm not going back to that again. Trixie's not going to go back to that, pathetic thing she was at her last school. And I can't go back to what I was trying to be here, either."

"...So...who are you then...?"

Sighing, Trixie looked over the statue again. "Not that...I'm not that, for sure. Even back then, before Sunset, that wasn't Trixie. She spent half a year trying to be that, and hated it. W-well...not all of it." Trixie looked down at the ground. "I miss the audience."

Looking around, Maud found a large, flat stone, and walked over to it.

"...I never saw it."

Trixie looked over to Maud, who had just sat down on the stone. "Saw what?"

"Your magic act..."

Maud put both her elbows on her legs and then rested her head on top of her arms, her gaze never leaving Trixie.

"Could you show me...?"

Staring at the wall in her room again, Trixie's mind wandered. Before, her thoughts had always been as blank as the wall. But since the little show in the quarry, several months ago now, Trixie had found herself thinking more and more. It was almost involuntary. Sometimes it was about how she'd ended up like this, sometimes about how far behind she must be by now on a certain show she liked. At this moment though, curled up in her bed, she found herself going over the performance she had given Maud.

Luckily, despite how off she had felt, packing a deck of cards and a few other accessories had become second nature to her, much like talking in third person. This insured that she had still been prepared for a performance, if only a small one. And, though Maud's expression hadn't changed, Trixie was pretty sure her slow clap at the end had been genuine. Still, she really could have done better, if she had cared more at the time.

Personal magic shows, is that a thing? Should she even try to tailor her shows to someone else's preferences?

Asides from juggling, she didn't know any decent way to add a rock theme to a magic show, but it was the only thing she knew Maud liked.

The arm around her stomach shifted slightly. Inwardly, Trixie sighed.

Despite how weirdly determined, and not to mention creepy Maud was being, she had been visiting Trixie several times a week for the last few months. For the most part, this was all they did, which was making her feel a bit guilty.

It's not Trixie's fault! She didn't demand Maud spend her time like this!

Still, it was irritating her. It had been for the last week or so. She was getting the urge to do more than just lie in bed all day after school as well.

Trixie shifted on the bed, rolling over to lay on her back and forcing Maud to move over a little. Hesitantly, Trixie looked over at Maud, who was staring at her with her normal, boring, stare. Though, Trixie could swear there was some intensity to it at the moment, but that was probably her imagination.

"Hey..."

"...Hey..."

"So..." she brought a balled up hand to her mouth and pretended to cough once. "Trixie has noticed you never suggesting we do anything, and while she's sure that just laying around like a stone is fine for you, she's been getting a touch bored."

Nervously, Trixie brought her other hand up and started to scratch at it. "S-so, with that said, would, would you like to play a game, or something?"

"...Sure."