The door to the School of Friendship's counselor office fairly exploded off the hinges as Princess Luna strode in, her lips drawn into thin lines and a certain dangerous fire flashing in her eyes. "CRIMINAL!" she bellowed, pointing at Trixie.
The Great and Powerful Trixie froze in place, eventually managing to say in her defense, "I'm sorry, you're going to have to be more specific."
"We have evidence of criminal activity taking place in this very room!" thundered Luna. Her magic flared to life and a bag of miniature marshmallows floated out from Trixie's desk drawer, bursting in to immediate flame and burning to ash in moments. "EVIDENCE!" she exclaimed.
"My marshmallows!" cried Trixie. "What am I supposed to put in my Empathy Cocoa now with—"
"Adulteress!" shouted Luna and picked up the guidance counselor in her magic. "You admit to corrupting the youth of this fine educational institution with your immoral actions! It's the dungeons for you, and not the one that Princess Cadence didst make with the padded hoofcuffs. The real dungeons with actual locking doors and gruel for meals! And no cocoa for you to corrupt!"
"But—" managed Trixie before Princess Luna swept her out of the room and into the sky on her way back to Canterlot.
A number of students watched them depart, although Gallus only managed to reach them when the target of their observation was two small dots in the sky, one complaining.
"What's going on?" asked Gallus. "I heard the commotion. Everybody in the school heard it."
"Oh, Trixie got arrested again," said Silverstream, sipping on her cup of cocoa like the rest of the group. "I don't think Princess Luna liked her putting marshmallows into her cocoa."
"Really?" Gallus perked up. "Cool. Now I gotta try it. I'll be right back with the marshmallows."
a·dul·ter·y
əˈdəlt(ə)rē
noun
noun: adultery; plural noun: adulteries
The act of rendering (something) poorer in quality by adding another substance, typically an inferior one.