“How did you find me, anyway?” Rainbow asks.

“Princess Celestia sent me here,” Twilight explains.

Rainbow snorts out a laugh, cynical that such a scenario is possible.

“Right, the ruler of all Equestria sent you to Ponydale to be my Watcher,” Rainbow says. “Isn’t there a Watcher’s Council? That’s what my last Watcher told me.”

Twilight affirms with a nod.

“Princess Celestia is the head of the Watcher’s Council,” Twilight tells her. Rainbow gives her a look of disbelief. “Vamponies are a very real thread to pony society. Princess Celestia would have to be an incompetent not to do something about them.”

Rainbow’s head is swirling with all this new information. She holds her hoof up to stop Twilight.

“I’d love to stay and chit-chat, but all this talk of vamponies and Watchers is starting to wear on me. I have to get some air,” Rainbow remarks.

She turns from Twilight and begins walking out of the library. Twilight calls after her.

“When do you think you’ll be back?”

Rainbow doesn’t look at her as she responds.

“I’m not coming back,” She replies curtly.

Rainbow noses open the double doors and trots out of the library. Halfway down the hall, she hears a sharp voice call after her. It was one of about half-a-dozen voices she really didn’t want to hear at the moment.

“And what do you think you’re doing out of class, Miss Dash?” the harsh voice of Principle Davenport rings out.

Sincerely hoping there was another Miss Dash around, Rainbow turns around to face the vicious principle that is storming towards her.

“Uh, I was just…” Rainbow stumbles, trying to come up with an excuse for being out of class.

Davenport trots towards her with a triumphant grin upon his face.

“What’s that, Miss Dash? No excuses for being out of class?” Davenport stops in front of her and leans in venomously, “Too busy vandalizing school property, perhaps?”

He points his hoof towards an unfortunately placed spray-painted phrase covering about half-a-dozen of the grey lockers, “Ponydale Sukz!” Rainbow gulps, unsure of how exactly she’s going to talk her way out of this situation.

Suddenly, a voice from behind them rings through the hall.

“Rainbow, you forgot your book!” Twilight’s voice calls out to her.

Davenport and Rainbow both turn towards Twilight Sparkle as she gracefully walks out of the library and towards them. She grabs a book with a picture of the Wonderbolts on the cover from off her back with her mouth and hands it to Rainbow. She accepts it.

“You were in the library?” Davenport asks suspiciously as though he had never heard of such a place before, or more accurately, ever heard of Rainbow being in such a place before.

Rainbow attempts a half-smile.

“Yeah I was…eh…” Rainbow begins, but pauses as she realizes coming up with excuses isn’t one of her Slayer abilities.

Twilight intervenes, seeing Rainbow is having trouble coming up with an excuse.

“She was just checking out a book for her class. It seems Miss Dash didn’t have the correct edition of History of the Wonderbolts for her second period class. Isn’t that right, Miss Dash?” Twilight explains.

Rainbow nods in agreement.

“Yep, that’s what happened. Not the right edition. It could happen to anypony, right?” Rainbow directs the question at Davenport.

The duped principle shuffles awkwardly.

“Of course,” He agrees begrudgingly. “It could happen to anypony.”

He hangs his head and shuffles off in defeat. Suddenly, he rears around towards Rainbow for one last inquiry.

“Where’s your hall pass?” Davenport grins, hoping to trip up the lying pony.

Rainbow Dash hesitates for a moment, but then she spies a small piece of yellow paper sticking out of her book. She pulls it out. It is a hall pass.

“Right here,” Rainbow states proudly, waving the hall pass in his face like a championship trophy.

Davenport frowns and backs off. He continues scouring the hallway in his never-ending search for students up to no good.

Rainbow wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead. She turns to Twilight.

“Wow, that was close,” She says. “I can’t believe you lied to Principle Davenport.”

Twilight shrugs nonchalantly.

“You’re my Slayer; I’ve got to look out for you.”

Rainbow sighs in defeat, realizing she owes one to her new Watcher.

“Alright, Twilight, here’s the deal. I’ll meet you after school today in the library. Explain to me what all this Hellfoal hullaballoo is about, and I’ll think about the whole Slayer thing,” Rainbow concedes.

Twilight simply nods, as if expecting such a response.

“Good,” She says.

The bell rings and hundreds of ponies rush out of their classrooms like escaped patients from a mental institution.

“Looks like it’s almost time for next period, Miss Dash,” Twilight states. “You best be on your way.”

She turns around and trots back to the library, her purple and pink tail swaying as she walks. Fluttershy and Spike run towards Rainbow in excitement as they see her.

“Hiya there, Rainbow!” Spike says cheerily.

“Oh my gosh, Rainbow, you’ll never guess what happened in-hey, who’s that?” Fluttershy points towards Twilight.

“She’s-“ Rainbow begins.

Spike cuts her off.

“Let me guess, a long story?” He comments smart-flankedly.

Rainbow chuckles and shakes her head.

“She’s the librarian,” Rainbow explains.

“Oh,” Spike says, realizing his mistake.

“Third period is in a couple of minutes,” Fluttershy states. “What class do you have?”

Rainbow pulls out her yellow schedule sheet and surveys it. At the top of the schedule sheet cold impersonal black letters read:

Student: Dash, Rainbow
Race: Pegasus
Grade: 10
School: Ponydale High
District: Greater Ponydale Schools
Period 1: Ponyology, Cheerilee
Period 2: Modern Flying, Papermoon
Period 3: History of Unicorn Magic, Yorsets

Rainbow stops reading at Period 3.

“History of Unicorn Magic. Bleh!” Rainbow sticks out her tongue, as if something particularly foul was in her mouth.

Fluttershy and Spike laugh. They both take out their yellow schedule sheets as well and peruse them. The schedule sheets are color coded by grade. Pink for freshmen, yellow for sophomores, green for juniors, and blood red for seniors. As a matter of fact, there had been many formal complains about the color of the seniors’ schedule sheets making the text too hard to read, but the school refused to do anything about the problem because they had ordered all of the paper at the same time with five years of use in mind.

“Hey look, I have History of Unicorn Magic third period too!” Fluttershy exclaims quietly.

Spike looks at his own sheet in despair.

“Hey look, I have math third period. Math with Mr. Macintosh. Oh great, I hate Mr. Macintosh,” He grimaces at his own misfortune.

A look of shock flashes across Fluttershy’s face.

“Mr. Macintosh is one of the nicest teachers in our school. How can you hate him?” Fluttershy asks.

Spike weighs the question and then relents.

“Okay, I don’t hate him; I just hate math, and I hate people who try teaching me math. Therefore by extension, I hate him,” Spike explains.

Fluttershy frowns, unconvinced with his explanation. However, she let the issue go for a moment as she looks towards a clock above one of the lockers.

“We better get to class before we’re late again,” Fluttershy suggests.

Rainbow nods in agreement.

“Let’s go to History of Unicorn Magic!” Rainbow says, “Huzzah!”

“Yay!” Fluttershy cheers quietly in agreement.

The girls trot off to History of Unicorn Magic, leaving Spike standing alone in the hall.

“Okay,” Spike says. “I’ll just go to math. Alone.”

Spike sulks off down the hall towards Mr. Macintosh’s classroom.