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Lesson Minus One
The first day of school was finally here. Twilight Sparkle pranced down the hallway, practically pronking to her very first class in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. In her excitement, she had arrived three hours early, leaving her plenty of time to find her classroom. She turned her head this way and that, checking the number plates next to each door, looking for one that read 113. At last she spotted the number, and went to enter the door. But before she reached it, she froze. Just down the hallway, she spotted the number yet again. She turned to the plate in front of her. 113. She dashed down the hallway, stopping next to the other door. 113.
A cowlick sprang from her mane. How could there be two 113s? Which should she enter? If she choose wrong, she could only imagine the consequences…
“I’ll have a number 3.”
“One cowcolt with spurs,” the teenager at the register shouted into the kitchen.
Twilight levitated two eggs and cracked them into the bowl, as knives behind her began chopping some onions and other ingredients for the omelette, as well as potatoes for the fries.
The next customer in line moved up to the register as the old one went to find a table and wait for his order. “I’ll have a number 9.”
Twilight froze. “No.” She whispered. “I thought they removed that.”
“One Quesadilla!” called back the filly at the register.
That day was still fresh in her mind.
A bright yellow mare with a sandy mane burst into the classroom. “Who wants quesadillas?”
“Me! Me!” chanted a chorus of unicorn foals, each of them all but starving after the day’s activities.
One colt attempted to grab the treat with his magic, and pulled it towards his place at the table. But lacking a mastery of his magic, it instead went flying towards the table. But its trajectory did not place it on top of the table, but rather its arc was just right to fly under it, and hit the filly that was currently cowering below the table.
So… cheesy…
But no, she wouldn’t end up at a fast food restaurant like that. She may be kicked out, but she would still have her talent in magic.
“Come one, come all, to see the Illustrious and Astounding Twilight!” the magician advertised her show in the backwater town by Canterlot. A short while later, her fireworks and displays of prestidigitation were captivating the crowd. And that’s when the heckling started. But Twilight knew how to silence them. “Anything you can do, Twilight can do better!” the showmare proclaimed. And thus one by one they were silenced, until one last challenger came to the stage.
“And who might you be?” asked Twilight condescendingly. “Moonrise Glitter,” replied the alabaster unicorn. “Princess Celestia’s personal protégé.” One short magic battle later, and Twilight found herself fleeing town, tail between her legs.
Afterwards word of the battle would spread, and she’d never be able get a performance anywhere ever again. Then she would have to cook at the restaurant.
Wait. Princess Celestia chose the filly herself. She wouldn’t just kick her out like that, would she? Instead, she would just send her back… back to MAGIC KINDERGARTEN.
“Ok class, today we’re going to work on fine motor control of your telekinesis. So here we have some books-” a filly’s ears perked up “-and some crayons to color them with.” The filly’s expression turned to horror. What sort of monster would scribble on a perfectly good book?
The filly dove underneath the table, terrified of what other atrocities her so-called teacher would ask her to commit. Once the rest of the class had been set up with their activities, the teacher attempted to coax the filly out, with little success. The filly, crouched underneath the table, heard the door burst open.
“Who wants quesadillas?”
The clop of hooves broke her daymares. An old unicorn stallion stopped in front of her, inspecting the little lavender filly. “Ah, you must be the Princess’s new student, Twilight Sparkle. Come, take any seat you wish." He opened the door and gestured her through it. "Class will start in five minutes.”
Somewhat reassured by the fact an authority figure just told her which door was correct, she timidly entered the classroom. She gazed around, and noticed a second door along the same wall as the door she entered, but towards the back end of the room.
A cowlick sprang from her mane. How could there be two 113s? Which should she enter? If she choose wrong, she could only imagine the consequences…
“I’ll have a number 3.”
“One cowcolt with spurs,” the teenager at the register shouted into the kitchen.
Twilight levitated two eggs and cracked them into the bowl, as knives behind her began chopping some onions and other ingredients for the omelette, as well as potatoes for the fries.
The next customer in line moved up to the register as the old one went to find a table and wait for his order. “I’ll have a number 9.”
Twilight froze. “No.” She whispered. “I thought they removed that.”
“One Quesadilla!” called back the filly at the register.
That day was still fresh in her mind.
A bright yellow mare with a sandy mane burst into the classroom. “Who wants quesadillas?”
“Me! Me!” chanted a chorus of unicorn foals, each of them all but starving after the day’s activities.
One colt attempted to grab the treat with his magic, and pulled it towards his place at the table. But lacking a mastery of his magic, it instead went flying towards the table. But its trajectory did not place it on top of the table, but rather its arc was just right to fly under it, and hit the filly that was currently cowering below the table.
So… cheesy…
But no, she wouldn’t end up at a fast food restaurant like that. She may be kicked out, but she would still have her talent in magic.
“Come one, come all, to see the Illustrious and Astounding Twilight!” the magician advertised her show in the backwater town by Canterlot. A short while later, her fireworks and displays of prestidigitation were captivating the crowd. And that’s when the heckling started. But Twilight knew how to silence them. “Anything you can do, Twilight can do better!” the showmare proclaimed. And thus one by one they were silenced, until one last challenger came to the stage.
“And who might you be?” asked Twilight condescendingly. “Moonrise Glitter,” replied the alabaster unicorn. “Princess Celestia’s personal protégé.” One short magic battle later, and Twilight found herself fleeing town, tail between her legs.
Afterwards word of the battle would spread, and she’d never be able get a performance anywhere ever again. Then she would have to cook at the restaurant.
Wait. Princess Celestia chose the filly herself. She wouldn’t just kick her out like that, would she? Instead, she would just send her back… back to MAGIC KINDERGARTEN.
“Ok class, today we’re going to work on fine motor control of your telekinesis. So here we have some books-” a filly’s ears perked up “-and some crayons to color them with.” The filly’s expression turned to horror. What sort of monster would scribble on a perfectly good book?
The filly dove underneath the table, terrified of what other atrocities her so-called teacher would ask her to commit. Once the rest of the class had been set up with their activities, the teacher attempted to coax the filly out, with little success. The filly, crouched underneath the table, heard the door burst open.
“Who wants quesadillas?”
The clop of hooves broke her daymares. An old unicorn stallion stopped in front of her, inspecting the little lavender filly. “Ah, you must be the Princess’s new student, Twilight Sparkle. Come, take any seat you wish." He opened the door and gestured her through it. "Class will start in five minutes.”
Somewhat reassured by the fact an authority figure just told her which door was correct, she timidly entered the classroom. She gazed around, and noticed a second door along the same wall as the door she entered, but towards the back end of the room.