//------------------------------// // Suits & Suitors // Story: Equestria Girls: Love Is Magic // by onekface //------------------------------// Chapter 1: Suits and Suitors (Canterlot High School) (Thursday) It’s a beautiful Thursday evening in Canterlot High School. With the sun slowly setting in the distance, the clouds became hued in a majestic orange glow. The trees aligned beautifully along the side of the road while birds flew back to their nests ready to call it a day. There was also a slight chill in the air giving the day a nice cold cuddly feeling. Not surprising seeing how close winter was coming. But it was nothing a warm cup of hot coco can’t fix. To many it would look like another ordinary day, but for Sunset it was a glimpse of her paradise here on Earth. She let out a happy cheer as the school bell rang signaling the end of class. Mr. Doodle, thankfully didn’t droned on about some long branching topic today and actually focused on the lesson at hand. It was a rare occurrence naturally but at this point most of the students in his class wouldn’t really mind. They’d rather learn something rather than to listen to another one of his philosophies and theories. As she got to the hallway and put her books in her locker she was ambushed by Rainbow Dash who leaned by the wall with a wide eyed grin on her face. “Hey Sunset. Ready for that performance of a lifetime at Applejack’s Barn?” “You mean the barn dance?” Sunset rolled her eyes at her but kept a humored smile. “Isn’t that supposed to be on Sunday?” “Yeah! But I’m so excited for it!” RD leaped up, nearly touching the ceiling. “I know that we’ve had larger performances already but any excuse to have the band play on a stage in front of a large crowd is a win in my book.” “That must be a pretty big book.” “No duh. Just goes to show how awesome I am. You’re not gonna skip it, right?” “And miss the largest gathering of Applejack’s entire family? Not a chance.” Sunset threw a laugh. “Besides, I’m always down for free food. Plus I’m a sucker for cider. But don’t tell Applejack that or I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Deal.” They left the locker and gently wade through the hallway that were quickly being depleted of students. “So… any plan this Friday? Pinkie and I are heading to Sugar Cube Corner for the special discount on ice cream. We’re gonna try the Brain Freeze Challenge!” Ah the Brain Freeze Challenge. Whoever thought of that event would regret it the moment they meet Pinkie Pie. She’ll gobble down ice cream faster than your average teen and have her brain go through a permanent Ice Age and still act like nothing happened. She nearly caused one ice cream parlor to declare bankruptcy. But that was a story for another time. “As much as I’d love to see you and Pinkie freeze your brains out. I can’t.” Sunset replied. “Twilight and I already promised to help Fluttershy at the animal shelter. A whole new batch of puppies are coming along and we’re looking for people to adopt them. Why don’t you ask Rarity?” Rainbow Dash slouched down and groaned. “I already did. She has to work at the boutique store at the mall all week long. Something about putting up the new Winter Collection or something.” Ah of course. The winter collection. An assortment of fashion lining up the new fad for winter attires. They have one every season and each season looked far more ridiculous than the last. At least that’s what Sunset thought when she first saw the clothes of this world. Maybe she’ll take a glimpse just in case. “Then I guess you’ll just have to enjoy the brain freeze on your own. We all have our own lives to contend with.” “Ugh… fine. I guess I can do that.” “Promise you’ll take pictures?” “Definitely! When we win the challenge and go home with the free-all-you-can-eat-ticket! Ha!” She flailed a kick which unintentionally land on someone’s back leaving a dirty footmark on his jacket. “Oh. Sorry about that.” The boy turned around, waving back apologetically. “It’s fine. I was going to put this jacket through the washer anyway. Good kick by the… Sunset?” “Flash?” Sunset’s heart skipped a beat realizing it was her ex that they ran into. “H… hey…” He waved again, this time a bit awkward. “How are ya?” “I uh… good.” Sunset replied awkwardly nodding. “And you?” “Same. And uh… you?” He paused on that question. “Right. We already did you.” Rainbow watched as her existence left quietly ignored as the two smiled and stared into each other’s eyes. She wanted to speak but knew better to keep her mouth shut in these instances. No need to dump head first into a fire. “I see you got yourself a new look.” Sunset continued gesturing to his hair. “I almost didn’t recognize you.” “Really?” He panicked, hastily combing his head with his hands. “Do I look weird? My dad had me change it for a big event this Saturday. Some… formal thing.” “Formal?” She blinked, eyes furrowed to an interested position. “Like a suit and tie?” “Yup. The whole thing. With fancy glasses and bite size sandwiches. I even have to get a new suit. Aheh.” He reached to his neck shyly. “Got uh… any plans later?” “Y… yeah. Ima…” “She’s hanging out with me.” Rainbow Dash came to the rescue. “Sorry Flashy. But Sunset’s schedule is pretty much booked for the day. Better try your luck tomorrow.” “Oh… uh… ok? I’ll uh…” The conversation took an abrupt stop when the lights in the hallway suddenly flickered and died out. Those who remained in the school flinched and froze all believing that a light bulb would explode any second. “Huh. That’s new.” Rainbow scoffed. “Oh come on! Did someone forgot to pay the electric bills today?” No… that wasn’t it. Sunset scanned her surroundings trying to find an oddity in the area. She wasn’t quite sure what it was but she was certain that she felt something pass by her just now. Like a wave of magical energy. But… that can’t be. Can it? This world doesn’t have magic. Not unless it came from Equestria. And she’d know if something came through it. Twilight would send her a message the moment something was up. The lights eventually returned and the students who remained quietly brushed the whole event off as just a coincidence. After all, this was Canterlot City. Strange things always happens here. “Huh. Must’ve been nothing.” Flash shrugged. “Anway, Sunset. Do you have a moment? I…” “Sorry Flash. We’ll talk later. I got umm…” She thought fast on her excuse. “Gotta hang out with Rainbow Dash. Right?” “Right?” “Right! Come on RD!” She bolted off to the door with the rainbow haired lady tailing her. It was a rather abrupt ending to a conversation that seemed to be going somewhere. But there was little Flash could do at this point. Not unless he could suddenly cast magic. xxxxxxxxxx Sunset arrived at the front of the school not long after the sudden power outage. She came expecting anything at this point. A monster attacking the school, a creature from Equestria breaking through the portal. Heck even an army of zombies! She’d seen it all and was ready for whatever that may come. But strangely enough, there was nothing. Everything was fine. No earthquakes, no mysterious thunderstorms, no monsters ravaging the school. Not even a single brain eater. Just a few of her fellow classmates hanging around. She wasn’t really sure if she was happy or disappointed. She quickly dropped her combat stance and noted Twilight by the portal statue with a confused expression on her face. “Twilight?” Sunset called to her. “Did you…?” “Feel that strange wave of magic that came through and caused an electrical shortage earlier? Yup!” She held up her magic energy radar which buzzed rapidly. “My device activated just a few minutes ago and it detected a feint but wide dispersal of magical energy.” “Did it come from the portal?” “No. I thought the same too but it didn’t come from the portal.” Twilight answered, hanging her device close to the mirror. “As a matter of fact… this magic reading is completely different.” “Different?” That didn’t sound good. “Different how?” “Well… from what I can tell on a quick read, the magic that comes from Equestria has the same wavelength as ours. You could say that our powers are tied to your world. But ever since Twilight… uh… THE Princess Twilight took her crown back, most of the magic went back with her. So…” “O…k?” Sunset nodded. “And what about this one?” “Well this one is… different.” Twilight struggled to explain. “I’m not really sure how but I think I can give a better answer if I do a more research. I have the proper equipment at home. I’ll run a full spectrum analysis and pinpoint the magic’s origin and find out what it is.” Rainbow Dash rubbed her head, confused. “Uh… full spectral what now?” “Do you think it’s dangerous?” Sunset asked for reassurance. “It’s… hard to say. But so far… most of the foreign magic we’ve encountered hasn’t exactly been pleasant.” Twilight hastily packed her things and quickly headed off to the school bus, shouting. “I’ll give you an answer later tonight. See you at the animal shelter?” “You bet.” Sunset answered back waving farewell before turning her attention to the statue portal. While most folk wouldn’t really know, this piece of marbled art was actually a magical gateway to the magical realm of Equestria. A land filled with wonders and dreams that only a few humans could possibly comprehend. A place where ponies talked and magic ran in abundance like the air they breathed. She slowly placed her hand on the mirror feeling the magic seep in unhindered like always. She and Princess Twilight… the other Twilight on the other side have made some countermeasures regarding the portal itself to prevent others from abusing it. A magical lock was placed onto the mirror itself keeping it solid so that no one would use the portal to travel between realms. It was Princess Celestia herself who created the seal so that only those who have the key can activate it. This was to prevent unwanted sprites and magic from traversing between worlds. “So~~~~~~” Rainbow Dash spoke up, whistling that last tune. “That was awkward.” “No. I think it’s more confusing. The lock we placed on the portal is intact.” “I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about Flash.” “Flash?” Sunset snapped her neck around. “Wh… what do you mean?” “Don’t give me that. You know what you did.” Rainbow thrust an accusing finger at her. “What’s the deal between you two anyway? I thought you guys made up already.” “We did. Though… we didn’t really did.” “Say what now?” They did make up. At least… that’s what Sunset believed they did. A lot of things happened before they actually had a proper conversation. Magical emergencies and such. Too many dangers, too many distractions. By the time they got through it all, she had totally forgotten about their talk. And it’s not like she didn’t want to talk to Flash either. It’s just that… she didn’t really know what to say. As far as she knew, he was the last person who’d want to get back with her. In fact she wouldn’t be surprised if he downright hated her to the core after what she did to him – or… at the very least what her old self did to him. “We didn’t have a chance to fully make up.” She confessed, twirling one finger around her hair. “It was a while ago… and a lot of stuff happened.” “So… what? You never talked to him ever since then?” “Oh no. We talk. We just… never brought it up again.” That was a lame excuse. “Besides, everything’s fine between us. No harm, no foul, right?” Rainbow gave her the ‘Are you kidding me?’ eyebrow raise. “Did you not just hear the conversation you two had? I was cringing the whole time. The hair on my head was standing at attention!” “You’re exaggerating.” She gave Sunset the glare. “Was it really that bad?” “Bad? No Sunset. A bad conversation with your ex-boyfriend is a normal process. There’s bad. But yours is the kind that just makes me want to clip my ears closed… forever!” RD barked out. “And coming from me… that’s saying something.” “Wow Rainbow. I… didn’t know you felt that way.” The speedy girl chuckled. “I’m just looking out for ya. Cuz someone has too around here. But please. Promise me you’ll talk to him. At the very least try to be friends again. Pretty please?” “Alright Dash. I promise.” She submitted to her childish whims. “But just FYI, it’s gonna be the most awkward conversation I’ll ever have.” “Good. Because I won’t be around to cover your back when you two are having another talk.” “Heh… just add it to my tab.” “I’ll hold you to that.” She said before bolting off into the distance. A talk with Flash? Ha! Yeah that was going to end up so well. (Fashion boutique) The life of an aspiring fashionista was like that of a struggling artist. At least that’s what Rarity liked to believe anyway. There were up and downs in your life, challenges to overcome, snooty judges to impress. It was grueling work and difficult to master. But at the end of it all, she was always happy whenever a customer walks in and find what he/she wants. The Winter collection had just arrived at the store. A few famed tailors have worked their hearts and souls into these fine sculptures of cloth and needles creating a masterpiece that would last through the ages. Oh how she dreamed of one day joining them and having her work displayed in front of shops everywhere! She dreamed of fame and fortune, the celebrity status, the props and VIP treatment in various hotels. People will be pushing each other vying for her talent and attention. She can picture it now. A row of famous models from all over the world strutting through the catwalk all wearing her designs. Cameras flashing in the crowd while the audience gasped and gawk at her lineup. Rarity shall be a name chanted amongst the masses. It’ll be printed in big bold letters on the newspaper. Neon signs lightning up every minute so that no one would ever forget. Rarity! Rarity! Rarity! Yes! Say it loud, say it proud! “Rarity!” “Eeeeep!” The girl in mid-dream squealed when the store owner called out, shattering her beautiful illusion. She found herself back at the store, in the crowded mall and still a struggling artist. “Oh! Ms. Hemline. Did you need something?” Prim Hemline. One of the best in the fashion business. She used to be a fashion designer back in her early days and became one of the most (in)famous critics in her time. Though she never truly made the headline her name still rang amongst the inner circles of seamstresses around the world. She eventually settled down and opened a chain of boutique stores in selected cities. “I thought I told you to put the Winter Collection lineup at the display.” She gestured over to the front of the shop where the display window remained barren and empty. “We need those ready by tomorrow.” “Oh yes of course. I’m sorry. It’s just that we’re quite shorthanded today. The other assistants called in sick and…” “I know my staff and their conditions Rarity.” The owner rebuked her. “Just get these mannequins out. I have an important customer coming over in a few minutes and I want this place to be at least presentable when he arrives. Do you understand?” “Yes madam!” “I’m leaving you in charge. And get those two working as well.” She pointed at the new rookie staff member behind her. “Get it done in fifteen minutes.” “Yes madam! Right away!” Rarity hastily moved the mannequins in their places. But the task was simply too much for one girl on her own. Even with the other two there were simply too many dresses, too many mannequins to move and too few hands to do them all in an acceptable timeframe. “Oh dear. Oh dear.” She froze when one of the mannequins she put up began to wobble. “Oh… no no no no no no!” She forced her magic out to keep the large figure from falling, but the shield she created only bumped the others creating a domino effect. “Oh my…!” “Whoa!” And right before the damage was done, a pair of hands suddenly appeared and stopped them from before they wrinkled the designs. “Oh thank heavens. I’m so terribly sorry.” Rarity hastily moved the dolls out of the way, apologizing all the while. “I was in such a hurry I nearly did something stupid. Are you hurt?” “No. But that’s probably the first time I had a bunch of mannequins drop on me.” The voice replied throwing a humored tone to lighten up the mood. “Need help?” “Oh no. I couldn’t possibly ask someone to… Flash?” “Rarity?” The two exchanged the same surprised look to one another as their eyes locked. “What are you doing here?” “I work here?” She pointed out as a matter of factly to her name tag. “You do know that clothes are my passion, right?” “Ah… right. I remember now.” The boy bashfully replied. He smiled softly but quickly dropped it when he saw the workload that she had to go through. “Are you managing the store all by yourself?” “No. I have two others with me.” Rarity sighed depressingly in return. “But we are a bit understaffed at the moment. The others caught the cold and are bedridden for who knows how long. And right before the season change for the Winter Collection of all days. There might as well be a pandemic right now because we’re already behind schedule.” “Wow… you guys must have it rough.” “You have no idea, darling. I consider myself a hard worker but even I know when something is too much for me.” “Why don’t you ask your friends for help?” That would be the logical thing to do considering the things she had to deal with. As a matter of fact she was resisting the urge to spam text all of her friends and get them rushing here as quickly as possible. Heck even Rainbow Dash alone would be plenty. “I would if they were around.” She admitted, carefully raising the mannequins back on the stand and failing to keep its clothes on. “But everyone is busy with their own lives. And with the coming performance we have this Sunday for Applejack’s entire family, I can’t possibly ask them to take time out of their schedule to help me.” The boy looked around and noted all the scattered items, the few shoppers passing by and a string of customers waiting by the cashier. A workload this big was supposed to be done by five maybe six people. Having only half the staff handle the entire store all on their own was simply too much. “Well… I’m here now. Can I help?” “Oh no no no no. I couldn’t possibly ask you.” “Hey it’s fine.” He insisted gently, taking the heavy mannequin off her hand which he did with relative ease. “Even a guy like me can do some grunt work. It’s the least I can do after you redesigned Ringo and Brawly’s outfits for our last performance at Bulk’s birthday. They were totally rad. Besides, with all of this work, it’ll take you forever to get it all done.” “I… well…” Rarity was about to protest until she noted the customers by the cashier giving her the stink eye. “I guess I can’t look a gift horse in mouth now, can I?” “I’m not really sure what that line is supposed to mean but I’ll take it as a positive expression.” Flash smirked, pulling up two of those heavy dolls with both arms. “Now where do you want these?” “By the window display. And make sure the colors match. And… no, the black one goes on the left side.” “But they’re both black.” Flash pointed out, which Rarity chuckled back humorously. “No dear. That one over there is Midnight Blue. The one you’re holding is Ebony colored.” Flash darted between the two trying to discern the difference but sadly he didn’t have Rarity’s eyes. “If you say so.” “Rarity!” Oh for the love of…… has it been fifteen minutes already! “I thought I told you to fill the window display.” “I’m sorry Ms. Hemline.” She bowed apologetically. “We’re moving as fast as we can right now and…” “No excuses.” The owner said sternly before her gaze fell upon the boy beside her. “And who are you? I don’t recall hiring extra help.” “Oh… this is my friend.” Rarity explained. “He just offered to help with some of the workload.” The older lady groaned under her breath, clearly agitated but kept her cool. “Rarity, you remember the store rules. Unless it is a paying customer, you are to…” “Focus entirely on our duties and nothing else.” She repeated. “Yes ma’am. I understand. I’ll uh… I’ll get back to it.” “No, wait.” Flash spoke up garnering their attention. “Don’t be mad. I am Rarity’s friend, but I’m also a customer.” He reached for his pocket pulling out a receipt much to Rarity’s relief. “I’m actually here to pick up a suit that was ordered for me.” The owner raised a brow, taking the slip of paper with a curious eye. “A suit you say? I don’t recall having an order for… oh!” Her eyes widened and she looked up to the boy with her mouth agape. “Y… you’re… you’re… Flash? Flash Sentry?” The boy looked at her puzzled. “I am.” Rarity wasn’t sure what to think about how her boss acted or even less so when her expression suddenly turned from a cold ruthless businesswoman to a mewling cat vying for its owner’s attention. “My apologies for that earlier comment. I did not recognize you with your… umm…” She scanned him eagerly. “… your unique attire. Yes we have your suit. It’s finished, ironed and customized to your father’s specification, which are… in my opinion: Quite exemplary to say the least. Please, follow me. You there!” She pointed at one of Rarity’s co-workers. “Don’t just stand there. Clear this place up! You’re in charge now. Rarity, you’re with me.” Rarity complied and followed the owner. She gave Flash a questioning look but his face stated that he was just as confused as she was. Her boss led them to the changing room corner where a booth was held in reserve. “By the way. Please pass my congratulations to your father. I hear the vote on his position was unanimous.” “Oh uh… sure. Yeah.” Flash replied awkwardly. She wasn’t sure what they meant with that but from what she can guess, the boy’s father seems to be someone very important. “I’ll do that.” “Good. And here we are.” The lady declared with an arm extended towards a stand which held a set of clothes that took her breath away. It was a suit – or at the very least that’s what Flash saw anyway. “Is that a Gallopers’ vintage wine suit!?” She gasped loudly not realizing her employer’s smirk. “You have a good eye. It is exactly as you say.” The older lady confirmed it with a nod, ushering the boy closer. “A Gallopers’ one of a kind outfit. It was made from the finest cloth sold in Yakyakistan, the softest silk from Cloudsdale and sown together by the finest tailors here in Canterlot City. It took a while to make but it was certainly worth every coin.” Flash on the other hand simply shrugged. “It’s… umm… nice.” Nice? NICE!? Rarity wanted to burst. You can call her designs, nice. You can even call the food in the cafeteria to be… nice. That suit was a Gallopers’ vintage design! It was crème de la crème. The holy grail of suits! The shining star to every Black-Tie event! The Lost Ark of Equestria! Calling it nice was like calling the Moon and Stars ‘mediocre’. Might as well just throw insults at it rather than pretending to be nice. “Please, try it on.” The owner opted. “What? Oh I don’t think that’s necessary. It looks perfectly fine from where I’m standing. I’m sure I can fit into it no problem.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that Flash.” Ms. Hemline cooed. “Can I call you Flash?” He shrugged. “This is a very special suit. It would make me very happy to see my clients in them. Seeing people wearing my clothes are one of my greatest joys. Not to mention if we should find any error, we can make adjustments immediately. Don’t you agree?” It was a logical reasoning. Not even Twilight can get out of that. Flash rubbed his neck shyly and couldn’t find any arguments there. “I guess it… can’t hurt to try.” “Excellent!” She nonchalantly pushed him into the booth and shove the suit stand in with him. “Rarity, make sure that the suit is put on properly. I’ll be back in a few minutes to see it fitted. And get the young man some refreshments while you’re at it.” “Oh that’s not… necessary.” She was gone before Flash could protest. He glanced over to Rarity again with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” “Oh don’t mind her. That’s just how she is.” Rarity explained, chuckling. “Prim Hemline is the best in the business. I learned a lot from her during my time here in her boutique. In this line of work, you cannot afford to be soft. You have to grab opportunity by the hair and yank it as hard as you can! As… a matter of speech of course.” “Well I’m glad you’re having fun. Now… how do I do this exactly? I’ve never actually worn a suit before.” He closed the blinds and slowly changed into the attire. The fashionista raised a brow. “Didn’t you wear a tux back in the Fall Formal Dance?” “Yeah but that suit was from home and it didn’t exactly survive after the dance. I didn’t think I’d have to wear another one so soon. My dad really insisted that I get a new one pronto so he made this order.” “Well that’s very sweet of him.” Rarity nodded as the boy tossed his clothes over the edges. The ensuing chaos inside ruffled the blinds a bit exposing his jagged back clearly for her viewing pleasure. “I uh… mean your father must be really fortunate to have ordered something so grandeur. That suit isn’t exactly something people buy on a whim. Very few people have the chance to see it, much less wear it.” “Aha. I guess you could say it’s a… rarity?” “Oh haha. Laugh it up darling. But you need to understand how lucky you are. That kind of attire is fit for the most grand of parties. Only for very special occasions. Like meeting a Queen!” “I don’t know much about queens but my dad is hosting a fund raiser project in the museum on Saturday. That and… I got an… appointment to go through tomorrow.” “Oh?” Rarity’s gossip senses were tingling. “An appointment eh? Sounds like you got yourself a date.” “What!? No!” His panicking tone meant that she was right on the mark. The boy stuck out his head looking like a turtle. “What did you hear? Who told you? How did you know!?” “I didn’t until just now.” The girl teased him poking his nose. “I don’t suppose I know this lady you’re meeting?” “N… no. Yes? I mean… no! And it doesn’t mean anything. My dad and her parents are good friends and they want us to at least… mingle. So they set us up for a playdate.” “Ah mingling. How scandalous.” It would certainly explain the boy’s new hairdo and the new clothes. “Just promise me you won’t tell anyone.” He pleaded. “I don’t want this getting out.” The girl ran her finger through her lips imitating a zip. “My lips are sealed.” Flash sighed with relief. “Provided I can count on your help this Sunday for Applejack’s family reunion party.” “Me? What do you need me for?” “Labor mostly.” She explained nonchalantly. “It’s a big event and we need some muscle to work on moving much of the furniture.” “Don’t you have Applejack for that?” The boy reminded. “And isn’t she like… crazy strong?” Rarity gasped feigning shock. “Flash Sentry. I am disappointed in you. Are you implying that you would let frail ladies such as us do physical labor? I’m shocked. I’ll be exhausted. And in my exhaustion, I might even spill the beans on your… mingling.” Flash choked on his spit. “Are you… blackmailing me?” “Blackmailing? Oh no. Absolutely not.” She absolutely was. “I’m just procuring help for my friends. So? What do you say? Do we have a deal?” “Do I get a choice?” “If you don’t want people finding about your secret date.” “Then yes. We have a deal.” Rarity squealed. “Wonderful. Now come out of there. Let’s see how you fit in that…… suit?” And come out he did like a butterfly that sprung out of its cocoon to spread its gorgeous wings to soar across the sky. They say ‘that the clothes doth maketh the man’, and in this situation, Rarity would agree to that quote with all her heart. The boy she had known for a long while traded that rocker look for a more 007 spy attire. The bowtie matched well with his suit which in turn matched his cerulean hair. His pants fitted perfectly, leaving no wrinkles whatsoever. If she hadn’t known him before she would’ve easily mistaken him for a prince of a foreign land coming to find a bride in this fair city and make her his princess. He would sweep her off her feet, riding a noble stallion and ride off into the sunset taking her to his kingdom and crown her with his love. “So how do I look?” The boy’s words shocked Rarity off her daze letting her analyze him up and down. “Oh umm… you look absolutely… stunning dear.” “You think so? It feels a little… stiff.” “That’s just the new fabric stretching to accommodate your… physique.” She explained while the image of his back flashed in her thoughts. “Give it time and you won’t even know it’s there. The folks at your father’s fundraiser will be eyeing you with envy. Ahehe. I can already picture their faces.” “I hope so. It’s kind of a big event. I don’t want to make a bad impression.” “Please. Perish the thought. Wearing this suit practically gives you a golden ticket to any black-tie event.” It was true. Just one look at the brand and the people there will be opening doors for you in an instant. The shoes alone cost a fortune. “Speaking of your father. What did Ms. Hemline mean when she said that he got that position? Did he get promoted?” The boy’s face flushed again at the thought. “Well… something like that. You see – my dad’s a professor in history and he kind of made waves back in his old school. Now they’re transferring him back here and… well it’s complicated.” “So he’ll be working in Canterlot High?” “No. Worse.” He cringed. “He’s going to be the new Superintendent for Crystal Prep Academy.”