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Slightly sweating, Trixie smiled a smile that was more of a plea for help. She had absolutely no idea what exactly she was doing. She remembered reading a book about optical illusion spells, and racked her brain to think of them.Optical illusions, optical illusions.
"I'm waiting!" Twilight chanted from the end of the room.
"Okay, maybe not optical illusion spells," Trixie thought to herself. There was one book about conjuring apples, maybe she could remember a spell from there.
She tries one last time to remember, but Twilight has her beat. She has no idea what to do. Trixie sighs, trying to think of one last way she could try to redeem herself. Head down, she gives up.
"I don't know, Twilight. I-It's hard for me to learn spells just like that. I need time to look them over and memorize them," Trixie admitted.
"I know that silly, you should stop acting so sad. I was testing you to see if you were some magical genius that could memorize spells just like that," Twilight says, trying to cheer her pupil up, "Even I can't memorize spells like that, I don't even think the Princesses are able to just read through a spell and automatically know how to do it. It takes practice, of course. Now, bring your books and come over here so I can help you,"
Trixie feels a bit better because of what Twilight said, but she still is quite down. She just doesn't like failing, even if it was something as hard as memorizing spells in an instant.
Still a bit gloomy, Trixie raises her head and goes to the stack of books. She does a simple levitation spell and the first book lands right next to Twilight, who, oddly enough, had glasses on.
"I never knew you had glasses,"
"That's because I don't usually feel comfortable wearing them around my friends,"
"Why?" Trixie asks, hesitating to add that she looked great in them. Twilight did, though, with the last glimmers of sun shining through the beautiful purple glasses perched upon her violet nose. It looks as if it were taken right out of a novel, and Trixie looked awe-stricken. She has always seen Twilight as pretty, but she has never seen her as, well, beautiful.
Twilight shrugged. "I dunno," she says. Twilight had no idea why she wasn't uncomfortable around Trixie, maybe it's just because she's her student- no, she knows it's more than that, she can, well, feel it. She has no idea what this feeling is, though.
With her glasses, Twilight read the spell with Trixie, both of them feeling quite awkward around each other. Trixie classifies the awkwardness as first day of school jitters, but Twilight can't seem to put her hoof on why.
"Okay, now try it, I'm sure you can do it now," Twilight tells her student, putting a small wooden owl statue in the middle of the room.
Trixie aims her horn at the statue, a brilliant light blue glimmer shines, and what used to be a statue is now an apple.
Excitedly, Trixie picks up the apple, and examines it. Not a bruise in sight. She gives it to Twilight.
"No, I can't, it's your first magic-made apple, I don't want to take that away from you," Twilight says, declining it.
"Fine, we'll eat it together. We'll both take a bite of it on the count of three," Trixie says, raising the apple to both of their faces.
"One, Two- Twilight! Did you already take a bite out of it!" Trixie exclaims, and sure enough, Twilight smiles with apple bits stuck in her teeth.
They both erupt with laughter on the floor, having the greatest time of their life. They turn to face each other.
"Trixie," Twilight says sternly, joking around with her.
"Sparkle," Trixie replies back, trying to keep the serious look on her face.
They get back up when they hear a knock on the door.
Twilight trots over to answer it, and swings the door wide open.
"A delivery for Miss Twilight Sparkle, please sign here," the buff delivery Pegasus says blandly.
Twilight takes the clipboard and signs her name on it, handing it back to the Pegasus.
"Alright boys, bring it in," he says as some more Pegasi come into the library with a large box.
"Where do you want it?" one of them asks.
"Up the steps, please," Twilight instructed.
When the deliverers were finished, Trixie came up to see a beautiful bed. The frame was made out of logs which were painted turquoise, and had soft, light blue sheets on top of it.
"Like it?" Twilight asks her.
Trixie absolutely loved it. It could've been any bed, what mattered is that it is hers. Not temporarily hers, not hers for two years, it was hers. Forever. Permanent.
She's really starting to like that word.Permanent.
She smiled her biggest smile, and hugged Twilight, saying "thank you," a mile a minute.
Twilight embraces her hug, happy that somepony else is happy.