Luna's Car, the same time as the last chapter
If I get beat by that guy again, I'll kill somebody.
Luna got out of her car, carrying her jacket and sunglasses instead of wearing them inside. Due to her dragrace, and route home, she beat her sister by a good few minutes.
"I'm definitely going to kill someone," Luna said, going inside and proceeding to take several cans of beer to the living room, "Any minute."
About five minutes and eight cans later, Luna heard the unmistakable sound of a car. More specifically, her sister's 2017 Hyundai Sonata. She had tried, but she couldn't race in her sister's car (The shift, P R N D M+/-, confused her to no end), despite it being more powerful. Celestia had tried to drive Luna's, but was not only intimidated by the fact she didn't know how to drive stick, but the thing was just gross. The interior smelled of blood, beer, and ancient food, making Celestia sick when they had to use hers six months prior, due to a crackup that totaled the older sister's Volkswagen. Luna, somehow, managed to find comfort in the scent and stains. To her, they were trophies. To Celestia, it was almost deathly sickening.
"Mom's home," Luna laughed, kicking her feet on the couch as Celestia opened the door.
She had her phone on loudspeaker so she could talk to a teacher, Ms Nagatha Harshwhinny, while she brought in a load of things.
"Celestia! He pointed a gun at several students and obnoxiously left the property sporting communist attire!"
"Nagatha, I don't think-"
"He had completely painted his rear window!"
"Listen, if you'd just-"
"Someone could've gotten hurt! And you're just going to let this slide!? I can write a referral, but you have to act on it!"
"The symbolism is protected by the first amendment, all of the students who came to me, and you afterward, have verifiable jail records, such a thing for a person like Seth to do such a thing is practically unheard of, and the running off," Celestia was stumped for a second, "he probably had to go help Greg load his band's equipment, or go and get his Yugo."
"Get his Yugo?"
"Monday, I had him take it to a mechanic after school and him come to me Tuesday about it. According to him, the report was to pick it up Friday after school. Today."
"Is there ANYTHING we can do about him, OTHER than shake a finger and say 'Be polite to others.'?"
"Sadly, if what you're saying is true, no. After the Fall Formal, I hired a lawyer to help me understand the limits of our rules and how to act when they're broken. All we can really do is be on our toes about him."
"Okay," Nagatha said, defeated, "If you went through the trouble to hire a freaking lawyer for the student handbook, then I'm willing to believe you."
"Thanks."
Celestia's call ended, then she uncharacteristically dropped her things on the kitchen counter.
"Luna, I need help."
"Okay, something's definitely wrong. What is it?"
"Luna," the two sisters were now making eye contact from two rooms, separated by an archway, "We get payed almost $2500 a month because of all of the LITERAL magic that's been happening, and Nagatha's main concern is an unlikely scenario reported by several students with criminal records."
"Tia, come tell Auntie Luna about it all," Luna said, sitting up and throwing her jacket and sunglasses into a chair as Celestia made her way to the couch.
"You heard the call," Celestia said, sitting next to Luna, who now embraced her with a wing, "There's nothing that we can do, but Nagatha wants him suspended."
"Maybe she just needs a break from school, don't we all."
Celestia looked at Luna sideways, "Give me one."
"One what?"
"A Bud Light."
"Sure? First can's the worst."
"Sure. I'll be fine. I'll just call his house tomorrow."
"And you don't want to talk about it."
"I'm not ruining your weekend," Celestia said, cracking the can open, taking a sip, then violently spitting it out, "God, Luna!"
"Yeah... are you sure about that?"
"Sure. Now, how do you do it?"
"Just force the first can down, then you get an acquired taste."
"How about you just go ahead and go," Celestia said, disgusted by the aftertaste in her mouth, "I'm just going to have an evening of HGTV."
How does Luna do it? Celestia thought.
"Okay. If you need more, it's in the basement. Just don't... overdo it."
"Agreed," Celestia replied, a hand to her head now.
Luna went down to the basement to get dressed.
"Now, what to wear..." she said, thinking about how she'd go out to her "gaming tournament".