A few days later, after being cleared of her own accessory charges, Starlight was able to get into the Canterlot Moderate Security Penitentiary ("Nine out of ten renegade Gifted School students can't tell the difference!") Two Royal Guards still escorted her to the visiting room, but that was another matter.
"Finally!" Trixie yelled, to the phone, glaring at Starlight through the reinforced glass from the moment she sat down. "Did you get Twilight to give Trixie the Royal Pardon?! "
"Um..." Starlight cleared her throat, tugging at the cord of the phone with her telekinesis and looking everywhere but at Trixie. "Sort of."
Trixie arched her eyebrow. "... Meaning?"
"Well... she'll pardon you... on a condition that you'll become her new student for a year." Starlight cleared her throat and made an attempt at a smile. "You know, so she can, um... reform you?"
Judging by the growing frown, Trixie wasn't impressed by the offer. "Aha... Trixie can see it now:" She spread her free hoof, having to actually hold the earpiece with a foreleg given the ring around her horn. "'Do her friendship lessons or go to jail!' Then it will be 'Stop referring to yourself in the third person or go to jail!' 'Stop using illegal firecrackers in your shows or go to jail!' You know what?!" Trixie frowned and stood up. "The Great and Powerful Trixie thinks she would rather stay in jail right now and get this over with!" She slammed the phone down, but when she waved her hoof, she still shouted loudly enough for Starlight to hear her. "Guard!"
Seeing her friend disappearing behind bars, Starlight facepalmed. Darn it... Now, I owe Twilight five bits.