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// 5. Distractions 
// Story: I Felt, Therefore I Was 
// by Cynical 
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The Journal of Twilight Sparkle – 3rd November 1007

I think that the others are starting to grow curious as to what it is I am cooped up in my tree doing. I have managed to wave my assistant away with stories of background reading, the type of which that a second body would only serve to draw my concentration. However, there was an unforeseen complication in my plans which came on the night of the 31st by way of Pinkie Pie, a friend of mine.

Due to my preoccupation with this project, my mind was addled when I was reminded about Nightmare Night; an event which I had had no previous intention of joining as I worked through the night on the spell that I had just began to theorise. Against my will, I allowed myself to miss a single night of work, yet I think they picked up on the fact that I was distracted for the most of it; my mind spinning with the potential combinations that the spell could form.

If I’m not careful, I suspect that they will come around and insist on seeing what I’m working on behind the pretence of keeping me company whilst I do my work. This could have potentially disastrous consequences and such an outing in the later stages of testing would only serve to anger my assistant who would still believe themselves to be the subject.

Otherwise, if the matter wasn’t evident before, I have started work on the spell, building it from the ground up as I weave the charms and the threads of magic that will provide the basis for the final spell. My research on emotions and how they are controlled by the particular receptors in the brain has been filed away into the safe within the laboratory library.

At the current time of writing, the spell is in a very basic form; being a function without parameters at the moment. I shall seek to solve this over the next month and then seek to refine the spell afterwards for the conference in the New Year. However, in two days hence, I shall have to abandon my research in order to go to bonfire night to keep up appearances with my friends. An additional worry is for potential excuses for my assistant. I am running out as the time passes and I wouldn’t blame them if they grew suspicions of their own and asked me about them then; a question for which I could only answer them truthfully. I swore that I would never lie to them and I intend to keep that promise in so far as I am able to morally justify it.

For their wellbeing,
Twilight Sparkle.