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// Chapter 7 
// Story: My Pet Nightshine 
// by TwiPON3 
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After our encounter with Raven, we went to go and see Discord again before lunch.

It looked like his room, which must've been used for a lab session, had been partially attacked by some kind of bad witchcraft.

"What... happened?" I said, noticing a centaur trying to help with the mess.

"A student, probably the clumsiest ever, mixed up a few things while she was-"

"Raven Dusk?"

"Yes," he said, sounding defeated.

"She pulled out a potion that, instead of giving her more speed, gave her wings," I said, cringing slightly, "Painful ones."

"She's okay now, right?"

"Yeah, just hurting," Nightshine replied, "Where's the worst of it?"

"Just around here," he pointed to where she must've been standing.

"I got it," Nightshine said, getting a large beaker, filling it with water, flying over to the mess, and dumping the water out, diluting it, "That should make things easier," he said, putting the glass on the table.

"Why didn't I," he put his talon over his face, "think of that."

"Sometimes we all miss the obvious?" I replied, getting a mop and cleaning what was left of the mess as I noticed the centaur was scared, somewhat, "Are you okay?"

"I've... been terrified of vampires for the last few months after something," the fifty-some-odd year old creature said, backing out of the room and leaving.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but they can die from old age?"

"Centaurs are, scientifically speaking, nothing special after you combine a human from the torso up with a horse's body," he took a mop and helped, Nightshine following suit, "No magic, charm, anything unless it's acquired later in life. Same goes for a lot of creatures that aren't human."

"Yeah, I had to have my watch charmed so I wouldn't sulfracate," I looked at it, "I swear, I wear it 24/7, end of story."

"Why not just get sunscreen?"

"Have you ever driven a two-stroke car without an oil injector?"

"A few times."

"Well, the mixture gets expensive after a while."

He looked at me blankly, "Can you elaborate?"

"In two-stroke cars, you have to mix oil with the gas, assuming they have no injector of their own. Now, oil tends to be expensive over time, whereas the gasoline, is just gasoline. Now, replace the oil with the sunscreen and the gas with a vampire. Neither the gas or vampire has a problem on coexisting with the other, oil or sun lotion, but it gets more expensive than it's worth in my opinion, especially when I can just get something charmed that I already wear every living second of my life."

"I have never had a student think like you before," he said with a smile.

"Well that, and I can't ever get it to work."

"More power to you."

"'at's it!"

He looked at the clock, "And just in time for your lunch, too. Would it be fine if I joined you?"

"Go right ahead."

"Fridays, they have steak in the cafeteria. Good ones," he said, leading Nightshine and myself out of the room.