The following Monday when school returned…
Everyone was slowly getting adjusted back to school and preparing to discuss their Thanksgiving experiences with each other.
And as usual, Twilight was waiting for Adagio to head to Geometry with her, praying that she had recovered. Lo and behold…
The yellow siren could be seen waving to her sisters as they all split up and went to their respective classes. Adagio approached Twilight with a rather wide smile. “Twilight! There you are. I’ve missed you and your interesting ramblings.”
“Very funny,” she replied with a quick glare, “I know I tend to put people to sleep but ya don’t have to mock me for it.”
Adagio shook her head and gave an earnest reply. “N-no. I mean it. Truly--hearing you speak about the craziest things was among the highlights of my time spent here.” She looked around the halls, turning her head expectantly, “Now where is…”
Sure enough, moments later, a certain gray-skinned musician would round the corner as she split away from Vinyl. As soon as she laid eyes on the siren, she gasped, “...Dagio! You’re okay! Thank goodness…”
“Yes!” Adagio ran up to her and gave her a quick hug. “I’m so glad you’ve recovered from what happened down there. It took me a while to get over it.”
“I’ll say,” Octavia replied with a giggle, “I was a sniveling, dribbling mess for a few days. Thankfully I was able to recover in time for Thanksgiving. We invited way too many people over,” she rubbed her neck and rolled her eyes with a flat expression, “As per usual. My great uncle always demands that we put on a show for him and grandpa. I spent weeks practicing for that, let me tell you.”
Twilight spoke up from nearby. “Oh you think that’s bad?” she smugly adjusted her glasses and went on, “Try dealing with your sister-in-law and her side of the family. Flurry Heart in particular is a nasty case. Not to mention the grandparents on both sides trying to constantly out-spoil their grandkids to make themselves look better. I can’t wait to see how Christmas turns out.”
Octavia interrupted her spiel to ask a question. “Wait a minute, how old is Ms. Flurry again?”
“16-17ish. About the same age group as Applebloom and the others,” Twilight answered, “Why?”
“Oh dear…that explains a lot,” the musician girl snickered.
Which left Twilight puzzled. “Explains what exactly?”
“Hold on,” Adagio jumped in, “Does she attend your old school? Crystal...something?”
“Crystal Prep,” Twilight answered, then huffed, “ Blech. And yes. Flurry Heart does go there. Thankfully I transferred out just in time. That is a shortstack that I do not wanna see explode.”
But Octavia didn’t see it as such. She replied with a wave of her hand. “Oh come now, Twilight. She’s just a little girl. It’s not like she’s got magical powers that could potentially threaten everyone’s exist...ence…” she slowly stopped talking once she realized Adagio and Twilight were shooting her judgemental glares. “...Er--apologies! I didn’t mean to--”
The two started to laugh.
“Haha! It’s quite alright,” Adagio replied as she put a hand on Twilight’s shoulder, “We’re used to it by now. Aren’t we?”
“That, I can agree on. I just hope Professor Iota is feeling better today. Those accusations against him seem like they were planned out by Goetia…”
“Oh yes, that’s right,” Octavia started to recall details of the incident. “Do you remember the book Blueblood was holding, Dagio?”
“I do--” she answered and looked in Twilight’s direction, “Did Sunset inform you about--”
“She did,” Twilight responded swiftly, “She wrote a message to Princess Twilight--wow that sounds really weird saying it aloud--anyway, she wrote a message to my...alternate universe self. Still no response yet.”
Octavia walked onwards to the classroom. “Well, whatever the case, I hope he can be culled soon. Wretched, power-hungry fools such as himself do not deserve such...power.”
“You’re right,” Twilight added as she followed, “But there’s no telling what it’s capable of. We should wait for Princess Me’s suggestion for a course of action.”
Adagio sighed as she approached the classroom door with them. “Ugh...I hate not knowing things. But at the very least, we can focus on the professor for the time being…”
BRRRRRRRRING!!
With the bell’s shrill ring, it was time for class. Everyone took their seats in the Geometry room and patiently waited for the professor to arrive.
Outside, in the hallways…
Aidon was making his way to the classroom, and passed by Derpy on his way there. “Ms. Muffins? Thank you for your generous offer. Your family was wonderful.”
The blonde girl had grabbed a hammer and some nails from her locker for her carpentry class. “Huh? Oh! No problem, Mr. Professor Sir! My mom and dad really liked to meet you and they saw that you weren’t creepy at all,” she said with a smile, “You really put away my Aunt Nervy’s deep-fried turkey!”
He cleared his throat. “Ahem--well...I tend to have an appetite since my magic draws a lot on my body. If I don’t eat enough, it’ll cause...problems.”
“Oooh…” Derpy leaned forward, her crossed eyes somehow giving off the impression of a wondrous, child-like expression, “Good thing we gave you leftovers, hm?”
“Indeed. But I’m afraid I’ll have to cut our chat short,” Aidon said as he continued walking down the hall. “That bell means I’m late for class. Have a good day, Ms. Muffins.”
“You too, Mr. Professor!” she waved as he rounded the corner and went off towards the carpentry room…
In Aidon’s classroom…
“Ugh…” Lyra groaned into her palm, “I really hope we don’t have to sit through another boring lecture.”
“I agree,” Micro Chips added, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that put me to sleep. Me. I love math!”
Adagio waited patiently, tapping the fingers of her right hand upon the desk--index to pinky--in a slow, rhythmic fashion.
Twilight was preemptively writing down notes…
And Octavia was slowly taking her books out.
Sure enough, the professor would enter the room with the exact same demeanor from last time. “Glad to see everyone is on time. That makes things easier today.”
The students exchanged worried looks with each other, dreading another boring lesson.
Aidon grabbed the chalk and started to write on the board. “Now then. Turn your books to page--”
But before the lesson could even start…
Tap-tap-tap.
There was a knock at the classroom’s door. Aidon looked over, and promptly walked up to answer it. “Yes?”
And behind the door was a detective wearing a trenchcoat. The man showed his badge, and said, “Aidon? I am Officer Pale Vestige. Step outside for a second, please.”
The curious students who had leaned over to get a look suddenly felt their jaws drop to the floor as their eyes grew twice as wide.
All Twilight could do was silently mouth the word: ‘HAH?’