[Alone in Equestria Girls] Title undecided


                                            >[Cauldron prices spike following fierce tariffs on tin exports from Myanmar]

                                            >[Ring of dark arts practitioners under suspicion for string of Muggle kidnappings]

                                            >"-I promise this is the last time, Twilight! Professor Bright is totally gonna put my ass in detention for weeks if I don't get this essay done by today and-"

                                            >Twilight lets out an annoyed "language" between bites of her breakfast while Rainbow Dash continues to beg.

                                            >Roll your eyes and put down your copy of the daily paper onto the table.

                                            >None of today's headlines were really catching your attention anyway.

                                            "You can't keep copying off her work like this, you know? Bright is gonna catch on to what you're doing sooner or later."

                                            >Rainbow Dash pouts and looks over to you.

                                            >"It's Quidditch season, Sunset! I can't afford to miss out on any more flying practice!"

                                            >"It's cool if he finds out about this in a week or two, just as long as it's *after* the match next week!"

                                            >Twilight pinches her forehead.

                                            >"Honestly, Rainbow! This assignment was due weeks ago! I don't know how you're still not finished with it yet!"

                                            >Rainbow and Twilight continue to argue while you stifle a giggle.

                                            >Some things never change.


                                            >Students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry begin to slowly trickle into the relatively empty Great Hall, most of them still half-asleep, all of them hungry for some food to start their day.

                                            >Accompanying the idle chatter of the students is the fluttering of wings as the morning owls fly in, delivering letters and the occasional package.

                                            >You're Sunset Shimmer, 6th year student.

                                            >Around you are your friends. While it was uncommon to associate with students outside of your own school house, that didn't stop them from being the best you've ever had.

                                            >Your relationship with these girls raised no small number of eyebrows over the years, but you never let that bother you.

                                            >As if it was ever their business anyway.

                                            >You've known them for years and silly inter-house rivalries weren't going to change the friendship you all share.

                                            >Huff to yourself and shovel another spoon of pumpkin soup into your mouth.

                                            >"Hey, girls!"

                                            >Pinkie practically bounces into the empty seat next to you.

                                            >Applejack, Fluttershy and Rarity join you and the others at the table too while caught up in a conversation of their own.

                                            "Morning, Pinkie."

                                            >Looks like another day of school.


                                            >All your friends are at the table now, doing whatever to kill some time before first period begins in an hour.

                                            >Finish the rest of your soup before it gets cold.

                                            >Watch everyone else in the hall do their thing while half-listening to your friends' conversations around you.

                                            >People watching never gets old, especially in the mornings.

                                            >A fifth year is trying her hardest to prop up her friend dozing off next to her.

                                            >Poor guy is inches from faceplanting into his plate of beans.

                                            >A housemate is furiously scribbling into a piece of worn out parchment.

                                            >Probably today's essay.

                                            >A couple two tables over are unashamedly making out with no notice to the blushing first years trying their best to ignore them.

                                            >From your angle, they look like two frogs competing for a single hapless fly between their flailing tongues.

                                            >Gross.

                                            >Tear your eyes away from them, only to notice something that sticks out to you among the growing crowd of students filing into the hall.

                                            >A solitary student is slumped over a table opposite yours, head in his crossed arms.

                                            >You'd think he was sleeping but his constant bouncing leg under the table betrays him.

                                            >It's not the first time you've seen him alone, either.

                                            >Or the second time.

                                            >Or the tenth.

                                            >In fact, you don't think you've actually seen him sit with anyone at breakfast at all.

                                            >Or any meal for that matter.

                                            >Applejack catches you staring and nudges you in the ribs.

                                            >"Ain't that Anonymous yer staring at, Summer?"

                                            >You jump a little, much to her amusement.

                                            "W-whoops, was I being that obvious?"

                                            >Applejack snickers.

                                            >"Just a little."

                                            >You scratch your cheek.

                                            >Way to go, Sunset.

                                            "Yeah, it's just..."

                                            >Pause.

                                            "Is he always alone like that?"

                                            >Applejack blinks.

                                            >"What, Anonymous?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            >"Hmm... Ah guess? Ah never really thought about it, honestly."

                                            >She turns over to the others and echoes your question.

                                            >"Hey, girls? You ever wonder why Anonymous is always alone?"

                                            >"Ooooh! He's in Rarity's house!"

                                            >Rainbow Dash's eyes light up at the opportunity to shit-talk Slytherin.

                                            >"From what I hear, he's from a family that practices all kinds of dark magic! No one wants to be with him out of fear of being cursed something crazy.

                                            >"Ugh, Slytherins man. Not even once."

                                            >Rainbow makes a face.

                                            >Rarity looks offended

                                            >"I resent that! Not all of us are profane blood elitists-"

                                            >Rainbow raises are hands apologetically.

                                            >"Yeah but you're not like the rest of them, Rarity!"

                                            >Rarity lets out an indignant huff.

                                            >"Gryffindors..."

                                            >But wait, something doesn't add up.

                                            "Rarity, hold up."

                                            >She grumbles a little and looks over at you.

                                            "No offense, but Rainbow does have a point. You guys do tend to, uh..."

                                            >Notice the dangerous flash in her eyes daring you to complete that train of thought.

                                            >"Be more interested in the dark arts than other houses?"

                                            >Twilight offers.

                                            >"N-not that it's true for everyone in it b-but-"

                                            >You interrupt before Rarity loses her composure. Her mouth is already open, ready to go nuts ranting about house prejudice.

                                            "Rarity, my point is: if he's supposedly dark and all that, wouldn't he at the very least be accepted by his housemates in Slytherin? Why is he still alone?"

                                            >An uncomfortable look on her face replaces the look of outrage she was sporting moments before.

                                            >"Ah... W-well, to be truthful, I'm afraid I'm not exactly well-versed with the goings-on between the younger students..."

                                            >You don't notice Applejack raise an eyebrow at Rarity's response.

                                            "He's younger than us?"

                                            >"Mhmm, he's in his fourth year now."

                                            >You couldn't tell, he's a lot taller for his age.

                                            "Yeah, well... I'm gonna go over and say hi. Kid his age shouldn't have to sit alone for breakfast like this!"


                                            >Be Anonymous, 4th year student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

                                            >Be miserable, your pounding migraine only made worse by how absolutely exhausted you are right now.

                                            >Honestly, you crave sleep more than anything in the world.

                                            >It was another sleepless night.

                                            >Your asshole roommates have been bringing over girls into your shared dorm room for a consecutive week now.

                                            >It wouldn't have been so bad if they were just quiet about it.

                                            >Set up silencing wards or something.

                                            >But no.

                                            >Seven nights. Of irritating giggling, flirting and obnoxiously munching on snacks beyond the curtains that separated your bed from the rest of the room.

                                            >You would try to tell them to keep it down, each time with waning patience and calm.

                                            >Every time, they'd spare you a perfunctory apology, wave a dismissing hand in your direction.

                                            >"Hey, we'll keep it down, sorry Anon," my ass.

                                            >Seven. Nights.

                                            >You finally lost your cool last night and threw your copy of "A History of Magic" at them when one of them was dared to transfigure the pillow you were trying to sleep on into a panicked miniature sheep.

                                            >You think you broke a girl's nose.

                                            >It was hard to tell whose, though, what with the dark and the ensuing melee that followed.

                                            >Seriously, that book is more dangerous and effective than any bludgeoning spell you could conjure.

                                            >Shit's like a thousand pages long, man.

                                            >Eventually, a senior downstairs heard the commotion and came up to intervene.

                                            >Nobody was hurt, barring the unfortunate girl who got to intimately acquaint herself with the binding of your textbook.

                                            >But you were sure that you'd basically guaranteed yourself another semester as your house's social outcast.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >A pariah outside of and within Slytherin.

                                            >Your body jerks forward into the table as someone shoves you from behind.

                                            >"Oops. Sorry, Anon."

                                            >You turn around, only to see one of your roommates walking away, guffawing with his idiot friends that flanked his sides.

                                            "You gotta be kidding me-"

                                            >You angrily start to get up, hand reaching for your wand, when someone else lightly tugs on your shirt from behind.

                                            "What."

                                            >Yeah, you could have said it nicer.

                                            >Really, you should have said it nicer.

                                            >But you're really not in the mood for it right now.


                                            >"Hi, you're Anon, right?"

                                            "Who's asking?" you snap.

                                            >You turn around and find yourself face to face with a girl you don't recognize.

                                            >Judging from the red and gold tie she had around her neck, she was a Gryffindor.

                                            >Even so, you don't think she shares any of your classes, so she's probably not in your year.

                                            >Fuck is she doing here anyway?

                                            >She crosses her arms and her eyes narrow.

                                            >"Rude. Anyway-"

                                            >She jerks her thumb at your roommate's retreating back.

                                            >"They bothering you?"

                                            >You hesitate for a second.

                                            "No, not really."

                                            >"Oh."

                                            >The two of you share an awkward pause.

                                            >Her inital look of confidence and authority falters and she's starting to look embarrassed.

                                            >You look at her expectantly while she struggles to find something else to say.

                                            >People are staring now.

                                            >Welp, this is awful.

                                            >Your toes are curling in your shoes and she's starting to notice the weird looks the two of you are attracting.

                                            >Time to dip, Anon.

                                            "Ah, uh, I'm gonna be going now..."

                                            >"W-what? No, n-no wait!"

                                            >She moves forward and grabs onto your arm to stop you.

                                            >She seems to only realize what her body's doing after the fact.

                                            >Her face is burning red now.

                                            >Jesus, it's even reaching her ears, how-

                                            >"Come with me for a sec!" the girl blurts out while dragging me with her by the arm.

                                            >Stumble clumsily after her.

                                            >You can hear your housemates murmuring between them behind you.


                                            >God hates you and you wish you were dead.


                                            >You somehow manage to follow her out of the Great Hall without falling flat onto your face.

                                            >Impressive, considering how quickly she was walking.

                                            >Couldn't blame her, really. You'd want to put distance between the onlookers from before and yourself too if you spilled spaghetti as fucking hard as she did.

                                            >As you turn around a corner just outside the entrance with her, you finally find yourself with your tormentor.

                                            >Why is she doing this to you?

                                            >Better question; why is she doing this to herself!?

                                            >She pants and tries to collect herself, wiping the sweat from her red face with an arm.

                                            >Her other arm is still grabbing onto yours.

                                            "Uh. Can you let go of me, please?"

                                            >She squeaks and jumps a foot backwards, her face turning into an impressive shade of crimson.

                                            >Spaghetti is literally pouring out of her pockets right now.

                                            >She begins fanning herself.

                                            >"Give me a minute, hold on."

                                            >While she calms down, you get to have a better look at her.

                                            >Yellow skin, bright teal eyes.

                                            >About your height, maybe just a little bit taller; you weren't sure.

                                            >What catches your eye, though, is her hair.

                                            >A messy mane of red and yellow, it reminded you of the setting sun.

                                            >Wait, no.

                                            >More like a plate of spaghetti.

                                            >Fair enough, considering the introduction you were treated to.

                                            >She takes a deep breath and looks you in the eyes.

                                            >"Pretend none of that happened. Let me start over- Hi, I'm Sunset Shimmer. I wanna be friends."

                                            >What.


                                            >You are Sunset Shimmer and you are an idiot.

                                            >That little show you put yourself through shaved years off of your life, God help you.

                                            >"What."

                                            "W-what?"

                                            >"I don't even know who you are. Did Flash set you up to this? I swear I'll hex his fucking balls off, that little-"

                                            "Flash? Who's that? No, I just saw you eating alone all the time and I thought it'd be nice to introduce myself."

                                            >"..."

                                            >You wilt a little at his stony expression on his face.

                                            "Don't look at me like that! It's true!"

                                            >You cross your arms and bite your lip.

                                            "I thought it was really sad, seeing you by yourself all the time is all."

                                            >Anon looks like he's at a loss for words.

                                            >He almost looks like he's stuck deciding between crying or laughing.

                                            >Foot. Meet mouth.

                                            >Lucky for you, Anon settles for the latter.

                                            >He starts to crack up and his laughs echo the halls.

                                            >You stare and watch his figure double over in hysterics.

                                            >Watching him, you can't help but lose it too.

                                            >You gotta admit, today has been a total clownshow so far.

                                            >You're just glad the suffocating awkward atmosphere from before was beginning to look like a thing of the past.

                                            >The two of you stand there laughing your asses off, leaning on each other for support.

                                            >Wiping a tear from his eye, he settles down and smiles at you.

                                            >"Fucking hell, spaghetti girl."

                                            "Spaghetti WHAT?"

                                            >His eyes widen as if he said something he wasn't supposed to say out loud.

                                            >"U-uh, nothing."

                                            >You put on a stern look on your face for a moment.

                                            "I want to be friends, but you gotta remember I'm still your senior. Have a little respect, Anon."

                                            >Anon looks confused.

                                            >"You're my senior?"

                                            "Yep! In fact, I'm 2 years above you!"

                                            >"Spa- uh, I mean, Sunset?"

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >"How did you know who I was?

                                            "A friend of mine from Slytherin told me about you, actually."

                                            >Anon freezes and a faint look of apprehension creeps onto his face.

                                            >"And what did they tell you?"

                                            >Noticing his apparent discomfort, you put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

                                            "She didn't say anything negative, Anon. She's a wonderful person, she wouldn't speak badly of you."

                                            >Despite your words, he seems unconvinced.

                                            >"Yeah, right. Who'd believe that a Gryffindor would be friends, much less tolerate, a Slytherin and vice versa?"

                                            >Stupid house prejudice.

                                            >Maybe Rarity does have a point.

                                            "I'm not lying to you, Anon! Look, we're going to Hogsmeade tomorrow and it'd be really cool if you joined us tomorrow."

                                            >Anon stops and considers your offer.

                                            >"...Okay. But just tomorrow, okay? I'm fine by myself, you don't need to go out of your way to-"

                                            "Alright! Great! I'll see you tomorrow by the front gates at noon, okay? Don't be late, Anon!"

                                            >You can't help but beam in your excitement.

                                            >Conveniently enough, the bell signaling the start of the first period rings.

                                            "Oh shoot, I'm gonna be late. I'll see you tomorrow, Anon! Don't forget!"

                                            >You carelessly ruffle his hair and book it back to your friends, hoping they'd be waiting for you back in the Great Hall.

                                            >Anon is left dumbfounded where you left him.


                                            >You are Anon and you have no idea how to feel right now.

                                            >You fix your now messy hair and move to collect your things from the Great Hall.

                                            >As you walk towards your table, thoughts are racing through your head.

                                            >There's no way this isn't some cruel joke to get back at you for last night.

                                            >Get a cute girl to embarrass you in front of the entire school.

                                            >Get your hopes up and make you think for a second that normal human interaction is an option for you at all in this school.

                                            >Invite you to hang out not ten minutes after first interacting with you.

                                            >Next, she's probably gonna stand you up tomorrow.

                                            >Or she'll lure you out somewhere so your roommates can corner you far away from school jurisdiction or professor supervision.

                                            >Imagine jumping through all these hoops just to get back at you over a book you threw.

                                            >It wasn't like you meant to break that girl's nose!

                                            >A stab of guilt pricks the back of your mind.

                                            >It's probably a bad thing you don't even know the name of the girl you'd hurt.

                                            >You make a mental note to apologize to her later when you get the chance.

                                            >It's the least you should do.

                                            >...Even if a busted nose is an easy fix for the school infirmary.

                                            >Maybe if you apologize your roommates will just go back to ignoring your existence again.

                                            >And hey, if it doesn't work out, you'll hide a snake or two in their closets.

                                            >You quietly pick up your belongings on the table, feeling the judgemental stares of your housemates on your back.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >Ignore them, Anon.

                                            >Besides, you're gonna be late for Potions if you don't get your ass to the dungeons right now.

                                            >"Anonymous! Come here for a sec."

                                            >You groan.

                                            "What now, Flash?"

                                            >You turn around to an unwelcome sight.

                                            >Your roommate, Flash Sentry, is waving you over with a smug look on his face.

                                            >Your wand hand twitches.

                                            >No, Anon.

                                            >Bad Anon.

                                            >You can hex him later when nobody's looking.

                                            >"I just wanna talk to you, man. Come sit with us!"

                                            >It'd be better to just go along with this than to make a scene.

                                            >Your reputation is already bad as it is anyway.

                                            >You slowly walk over and take a seat opposite Flash.

                                            "Make it quick, I'm running late for Potions."

                                            >"We can head there together, don't be so cold."

                                            >His lackeys snigger.

                                            >"What happened back there, Anon? You decide you're gonna make it a habit of embarrassing our house in front of the entire school?"

                                            "I've got no idea what you mean, Flash," you shoot back coolly.

                                            >Flash's eyes narrow and the smile slides off his face.

                                            >"Look, Anon. This isn't even about last night anymore. Or even what just happened with that Gryffindor girl."

                                            >Flash Sentry leans forward and lowers his voice.

                                            >"This talk has been a long time coming, Anonymous.

                                            >"You and I both know the house of Slytherin and its reputation has been in the shitter for decades now.

                                            >"Generation after generation, witches and wizards from our house go out into the wizarding world and wreck havoc without an ounce of subtlety or discretion."

                                            >Flash spits onto the floor in disgust.

                                            >"Wasted potential. And the worst part? *We* bear the burden of *their* failures."

                                            >Flash settles back into his seat.

                                            >"We can't move forward with our own ambitions because as far as everyone else is concerned, we're all just blood-crazed, puritanical nutjobs.

                                            >"No matter the lengths we go to to distance ourselves from that demeaning stereotype, it persists anyway.

                                            >"Look at the bigger picture here, Anon. You out of all of us should understand this better than anyone else here. How it feels to be tied to family lines waist deep in the dark arts.

                                            >"If you want to let your reputation wither up and die, that's fine by me."

                                            >Flash stands up, pushing his chair backwards in one swift motion.

                                            >"Just leave the rest of our house the fuck out of it," he hisses.

                                            >Turning towards the Great Hall entrance, Flash Sentry silently storms off with his lackeys frantically trailing behind him.

                                            >You're Anon and you're finally left alone at the table.

                                            >A heavy sigh escapes your lips and you bury your face in your hands.

                                            >The bell rings, signaling the start of first period.

                                            >Guess you're late for Potions now, too.


                                            >The sounds of chairs being carelessly dragged across the battered wooden floorboards, shuffling of parchment paper and heavy footsteps exiting the classroom signaled the end of your morning lectures.

                                            >Going into your sixth year, you never really expected your workload to ease up or anything; but the sheer volume of assignments you and your peers were expected to complete was beginning to become ridiculous.

                                            >You weren’t alone in your sentiment, evident from the lifeless expression on your deskmate’s face.

                                            “Rarity, come on. Let’s get out there and get some fresh air.”

                                            >Rarity doesn’t budge from her seat.

                                            >The only thing that tells you she’s still alive is the slow and labored blinking of her eyes.

                                            >”We’re barely a month into the semester, darling. And this is the fifth essay Bright’s assigned us. At this point, I'm seriously considering filing a complaint to Headmistress Celestia.”

                                            >You shake your head.

                                            “It’s not long before we have to take our N.E.W.Ts and prepare for graduation, Rarity. We’re on the final stretch, just hang in there.”

                                            >Rarity just hangs her head backwards over the back of her chair and groans.

                                            >”I’m with Rares, Sunset. It’s not like we’re gonna use any of this crap when we graduate either. Total waste of time, if you ask me.”

                                            >You snort.

                                            “Easy for you to say, Rainbow. Not all of us have professional Quidditch scouts chasing after us every single day and draft offers cramming our owl boxes.”

                                            >Rainbow looks smug.

                                            >”Can’t help being this awesome, baby.”

                                            >Both you and Rarity scoff.

                                            >”Now hurry up slowpokes, let’s go already! Pinkie mentioned she’s got a new batch of cupcakes for us to try, she’s probably waiting for us by the lake by now.”

                                            >The three of you file out of the classroom and head down to the Black Lake.

                                            >Honestly, Double Charms isn’t the worst way to start your morning.

                                            >Contrary to Rarity’s aversion to the subject, you rather liked it yourself.

                                            >It was one of the only subjects that had common, everyday application and nobody could deny its usefulness.

                                            >It also helped that you were tied for top of the class, your aptitude for Charms only being matched by Twilight.

                                            >Rarity was definitely right about one thing, though.

                                            >It would be cool if Professor Bright eased up on the assignments.

                                            >Even you thought this was a bit much.

                                            >You were practically drowning in schoolwork alongside your friends.

                                            >If preparing for your N.E.W.Ts was going to be this tough for the next two years, a mental breakdown or two was inevitable somewhere down the road.

                                            >You dig out your timetable from your bag, giving the piece of parchment a quick read while your friends idly chat beside you.

                                            >You grimace.

                                            >Herbology and Ancient Runes to go.

                                            >Seriously, you couldn't wait for the weekend.

                                            >God knows you deserve a small break.

                                            >Before long, the Black Lake was within view.

                                            >Located to the south of the castle, the lake sprawled flat under the sun, its surface shimmering in the midday heat.

                                            >A small dock ventured a few feet into its body of murky, algaed water.

                                            >A lonely rowboat bobbed up and down next to the dock, haphazardly moored with a feeble length of rope.

                                            >Fed by neither stream nor spring, the Black Lake was home to a wide variety of inhabitants ranging from fiercely territorial merfolk to a semi-domesticated giant squid that graciously allowed students to tickle its tentacles on sunny days during its sunbaths.

                                            >Not far from its shores, you could see Pinkie Pie eagerly waiting for you underneath the shade of some trees.

                                            >Squinting your eyes, you can also see that she’s armed with a picnic basket full of assorted baked goods and a jug of lemonade.

                                            >You can always count on Pinkie to cheer you up whenever you’re down in the dumps.

                                            >”Oh my goodness, Pinkie! You shouldn’t have!”

                                            >Pinkie giggles.

                                            >”I thought you guys deserved a little reward for making it through the week! Try these, I wanted to try experimenting with this new recipe I found and-"

                                            >Oh God.

                                            “Mmpgh! Bheez are abazing, Binkie!”

                                            >She bursts out laughing and wipes some stray crumbs from your lips with a napkin she conjured with a flourish of her wand.

                                            >You thickly swallow.

                                            “What did you even put in these?”

                                            >“It's top secret!"

                                            “Tease.”

                                            >She pulls a lower eyelid down and sticks out her tongue at you.

                                            >”You know you can't stay mad at me.”

                                            “Oh? You wanna bet on that?”

                                            >Laughing, Rarity pipes in.

                                            >”That's a sucker's bet, Sunset.”

                                            >Rainbow rallies behind Rarity, hiding a grin behind a hand.

                                            >”Yeah, the sucker being you.”

                                            >”Nice.”

                                            >Rarity and Rainbow bump fists while Pinkie breaks into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

                                            “Real funny, girls,” you sulk.

                                            >Apparently not done teasing you just yet, Rainbow continues.

                                            >“Oh man, speaking of funny, what happened at breakfast today? Comedy GOLD.”

                                            >Heat rises in your cheeks and you choke on your cupcake.

                                            “Don't you even dare. I swear, the whole hall was watching!”

                                            >”Now now, that's enough Rainbow. I'm sure Sunset's suffered enough for one day.”

                                            “R-rarity…”

                                            >You silently thank her with teary eyes.

                                            >She smiles at you reassuringly.

                                            >”…Even if it was totally hilarious for literally everyone else.”

                                            “Rarityyyy…” you whine.

                                            >Traitor.

                                            >You clear your throat and try to change the topic.

                                            “A-anyway… It totally worked out in the end! I invited Anon to come with us to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

                                            >”You what?!”

                                            >Rainbow Dash looks scandalized.

                                            >”Sunset, I don't wanna hang with that weirdo!”

                                            >Pinkie interjects, shooting Rainbow an uncharacteristically stern look.

                                            >”I'm sure it'll be fine!”

                                            >”B-but-"

                                            >”Sunset, do you know what he's into? Ooooh, we could visit Zonko's, I was running low on sugar quills, we could go buy some together!”

                                            >Rainbow Dash crosses her arms, looking sour.

                                            >”If he tries anything freaky, I'm sending the kid to the hospital wing.”

                                            >Rarity looks upset.

                                            >”You will do no such thing!”

                                            >Rainbow blows a raspberry in response.

                                            “I think we should give him a chance, girls. He doesn't seem like a bad guy.”

                                            >Rainbow Dash still looks unconvinced.

                                            >”Then you can count me out. I'll just go hang out with Gilda or something tomorrow.”

                                            “Rainbow!”

                                            >Ignoring you, Rainbow grabs a cupcake from the basket and saunters off, heading back to the castle.

                                            >”Calm down, darling. I'm sure we can have plenty of fun even without Rainbow.”

                                            >You try to reign in your frustration.

                                            “Why is she so… Ugh!”

                                            >You cry out in exasperation and drop to the ground, flopping onto the warm grass.

                                            >”Don't worry about it, Sunset! I'll make sure tomorrow will be so much fun, Rainbow is gonna wish she stuck with us instead! Pinkie promise!”

                                            >You sigh.

                                            “Yeah… I hope it'll go well…”