As the gang walks down the ugly hallway of Ponydale High to their first period class the next day, they discuss the mysterious pony from last night.

“What does that mean?” Fluttershy wonders. “The Doctor?”

“Was it Doctor Foaltree?” Spike suggests. “I’ve always known he led a double life, especially after the incident with my spines.”

Fluttershy rolls her eyes, remembering the story Spike had told numerous times before. Dr. Foaltree is the only doctor in Ponydale who has any experience with dragons at all. One day, Spike went in for his regular check-up, and Dr. Foaltree accidentally trimmed some of Spike’s spines during the examination. Spike hadn’t been back to the doctor since. Rainbow laughs.

“No, it wasn’t Doctor Foaltree,” Rainbow explains. “I don’t even think he was a real doctor, at least he didn’t look like one.”

“Oooh,” Fluttershy exclaims. “You have a tall, dark, and handsome stalker pony. How exciting!”

Rainbow glares at her. Fluttershy shrugs.

“What? It’s romantic if he’s pretty,” Fluttershy says. “I mean, I think it is.”

“Exciting and romantic aren’t exactly the words I would use,” Rainbow says, shaking her head.

Suddenly, they spy Twilight galloping towards them, a look of concern and determination plastered on her face. She stops in front of them, blocking their path to class.

“Oh, good, I’ve found you. I have something every important to tell you,” Twilight says, slightly out of breath.

“Can it wait until after first period?” Rainbow asks, glancing at the clock on the wall above a row of lockers. “We’re kind of in a hurry here.”

Twilight shakes her head, ignoring her appeal.

“No, this is urgent this is…” Twilight loses her train of thought.

Twilight is staring off into the distance, almost completely oblivious of the three ponies she was addressing only moments ago.

“Twilight? Twilight?” Rainbow claps her hooves in front of Twilight’s face to get attention.

Twilight snaps back to reality after a moment.

“Oh, yes? Where was I-“ She stops to pick up her train of thought for a moment, but suddenly changes subject, “Who is that pony?”

She points her hoof towards a large red stallion with half of a green apple as his cutie mark who is standing outside of his classroom ushering ponies inside. He greets them cheerily as they enter the room. They look towards the pony in question.

“That’s Mr. Macintosh, the math teacher,” Fluttershy explains.

“Mr. Macintosh,” Spike sneers.

Fluttershy casts him a dark glare.

“Why do you ask, if you don’t mind me asking?” Fluttershy asks.

Twilight waves the thought away.

“No reason. Head off to class my little ponies,” Twilight commands.

She shoos them off towards class before turning around to head back to the library. The three friends snicker as she trots quickly away.

“We better hurry if we want to get to class,” Fluttershy says, seeing they only have a minute to get to class before they’re late.

Spike and Rainbow nod in agreement.

--DtVS--

They make it to Mrs. Cheerilee’s classroom merely moments before the bell rings. They make their way to the three empty seats near the middle of the class and sit down. Mrs. Cheerilee, a dark purple pony with green eyes and a pink and white mane, paces to and fro in front of a blackboard that reads “Ponyology Quiz Thursday on Pony Niches and Habitats.” A few of the students who are astute enough to read the board jot down the note on their pads. Mrs. Cheerilee stops pacing and turns to the students.

“I would like to remind everypony that there will be a quiz on pony niches and habitats on Thursday,” She says with her soft, graceful voice.

A ripple of groans surges through the rest of the ponies in the class. Mrs. Cheerilee nods.

“I know, I know, groan if you must, but be sure you study chapters two and three for the quiz. We don’t want somepony to fail a second quiz in a row,” She glares accusingly at Dumb-bell, a dark brown pegasus pony with a long tan mane that almost covers his eyes. Dumb-bell, however, doesn’t seem to notice that this comment is aimed at him, and continues drawing checkered flags on his “notes.”

Rainbow snickers quietly at the oblivious pegasus.

Suddenly, the loudspeakers blare to life with an unnecessary amount of feedback. This is an improvement for the speakers because half the time they don't even work. Another victim of Ponydale High’s budget problems.

“Will Mr. Macintosh and his class come to library, please?” Twilight’s voice blasts over the speakers. “I would like to see-ehrm-I believe I’ve given you the wrong text books.”

Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Spike share amused looks and giggle quietly amongst themselves. Mrs. Cheerilee frowns in disapproval at the terrible speakers.

“We really need to get a new PA system,” Mrs. Cheerilee says, rubbing her ears.

A pink pony with an even pinker mane almost jumps out of her seat in excitement.

“Can we have a party if we get a new PA system?” the pink pony exclaims excitedly.

Mrs. Cheerilee sighs and rolls her eyes.

“No, Pinkie Pie, we’re not going to have a party for a PA system.”

Pinkie Pie bows her head in disappointment.

“Now let’s turn to Chapter 5 everypony,” Mrs. Cheerilee says. “We have a lot of catching up to do if you ponies want to be ready for the test on Monday!”

Another wave of groans ripple through the class, followed by the furious scribbling of note-taking students.