Trixie woke up with a splitting headache. She looked around at her house and saw that last night didn't treat it very well either. the enchantments kept the home together and kept her magic hidden, but things still got damaged.
Trixie shifted in bed and noticed it was a little too warm, so she got up. She walked over to a cupboard and pulled it open, revealing a large block of saltwater ice in a wooden box. She used her magic to slice off a corner and trotted back to bed. She would finally have sleep.
"Offensive spells", by Star Swirl the Bearded.
Trixie bolted up, "No!" she yelped. She forgot that her mind would try to unravel the memory spell any time she tried to rest. She needed a break from the stress. Her mind didn't feel fine being awake, and she knew sleep would slowly make her feel better, but it was a painful experience and she didn't want to do it.
Trixie looked down at the sliver of ice in her hooves, held it up, and stabbed her horn into it. She smiled, knowing that drops of cold but bearable water would slide over her head, cooling her down comfortably. It was an impressively efficient way of treating fevers that her mother had taught her when she was a foal.
In fact, why not just treat this like a fever?
Trixie smiled at the thought, got up, and groggily trotted back to her cupboards. Opening one after another, she finally found it: Hay Noodle Soup, the perfect remedy for any sickness. She remembered what her father would say to that and giggled; "Broken leg? Looks like we need some Hay Noodle Soup," He would joke at the most inappropriate times.
Trixie picked up the can opener next to the stack of cans with her magic and slowly opened a can with it. She opened another cupboard and found a decent sized pot. She dragged the soup over to the pot, poured it in, and placed the pot onto the coal stove before lighting it and setting the shutter to 70% open.
Trixie clumsily bounced on her hooves back to her bed before snuggling under the covered with only her front hooves and head exposed. She remembered how she would do this and look up at her parents with tear filled eyes whenever she really wanted something. Now that she thought about it, it was kind of mean, using her cuteness as a weapon, but then again, it was cute.
Her smile faded a bit and now she felt silly. She pulled the covers off her and picked herself up, trotting back up to the pot to stir it.
Now she felt like she was in the place of her mother. She wondered what it would be like to have foals, the cute little things would practically be in awe at most of her tricks. She could stand the baby phase and rebellious teenage phase so she could be overwhelmed with the cuteness of the kid phase and the pride that would probably come from seeing her sons and daughters succeed as adults...
Then she frowned, realizing that she might not have caused that pride for her parents. Sure, they had pride when she got her cutie mark in magic, but after that, they kind of had high expectations. And due to either bad luck or a lack of experience that she couldn't be blamed for at the time, she almost constantly failed things that should have been were easy for her. Still, she made it through almost everything... until Twilight Sparkle came along and stole her last chance at an interesting life due to a freak accident...
Trixie looked down and noticed she was holding the pot a bit too tightly, and that the pot was boiling. She brought a bowl out from the cupboard with her magic and poured the soup into it, then waited for it to cool.
Maybe she wasn't mad at Twilight... she didn't really do anything wrong. She was just stupidly lucky and didn't realize it, she unwittingly made a mockery of everything Trixie did just by existing. Realy, the blame shouldn't rest on Twilight at all, it would have to go to the pony who allowed all of these unfair things to happen.
Princess Celestia.
Trixie noticed that she was gripping the counter incredibly hard and calmed herself. Looking over at the soup, she decided it was cold enough to start sipping. Then she started thinking again.
There wasn't any point to proving herself to Celestia anymore now that Twilight wielded the Element of Magic, now it would have to be about disproving Celestia to everyone else. A feet that was easier said than done, since practically everypony worshiped Celestia.
Trixie levitated a spoon from a drawer and started eating the soup properly. She looked out her window and saw the beautiful green plants around her. She sat back and enjoyed her soup. Yeah, there was stuff to worry about, but it didn't need her attention right now. Right now, she could sit back and enjoy her soup as her headache slowly went away... And after it did, she might go back to bed, ready for the next crash course in advanced magic.