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// Spike, what in tartar sauce? 
// Story: The Secret Diary of Princess Celestia 
// by The Isapie 
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8:30 pm.
"Oh Spikey-Wikey, that was a beautiful night. I didn't know you could make fireworks with your fire!" 
"Oh, it's nothing, Rarity. Anything for my little Gemstone."
"Oh Spike, it's raining! What shall we do? We were supposed to go to your place and have a nice night! We were supposed to tell Twilight that you and I are moving in together!"
"Rarity, can you tuck yourself in as tight as possible? I can fly us straight into my room. I have a balcony."
"Oh! Good thinking, Spike. I'll go get my raincoat and a light suitcase."
"Why the suitcase?"
"Because tonight is going to be interesting for you and I, dragon boy."

9:00 pm.
"Twilight, we're home! Twilight?"
Spike dried himself off as he looked for his sister. "Twiiiiiilight!" He called, finally daring to look into the princess's room. Twilight sat alone at her desk, a stack of ancient manuscripts beside her.
"Twilight!"
"AHH! Spike, what in tartar sauce...? Oh, hi Rarity!" Said Twilight, reacting strangely.
"Twi, what are you reading?"
"Oh, nothing. Celestia lent me a bunch of these old manuscripts," she said, never taking her eyes off the page she was reading.
"Why are you reading Princess Celestia's old diary?"
"Oh! Oh. Yeah. This was in the pile of books I got. I'm sorry. My curiosity always gets the better of me."
"How much did you read, darling?" Asked Rarity softly.
"Only three entries, thankfully. I'll send it back to Celestia asap!" Declared Twilight.
"Twi, I can send it to Princess Celestia with my dragon fire," said Spike.
"Oh right...Well, I need to preserve the parchment, though. It is falling apart at an alarming rate, and I assume that Celestia would like her diary back in one piece," said Twilight, magically pulling a book of spells out of the shelf.
"Tell you what Spike. I'll write an apology letter, and repair the diary, and in the morning, we can send it back to Celestia. Sound fair?" Asked Twilight, her voice growing slightly desperate.
"Um, I guess?" Replied Spike awkwardly. As Rarity pulled him out the door, he added, "Twi! Rares and I are moving in together! Thought you might wanna know!"
"Why not. Maybe Shining and Cadence want nieces and nephews just as much as we did," teased Twilight.
Rarity pulled Spike out the door before he could literally fire something back at his sister.
"Well, now that that's out of our way..." Said Rarity, her eyes sparkling as they always did when she and Spike were alone.
"That's it. My room. Now."

Back in her room, Twilight sighed in relief, then undid the emergency illusion spell she'd done on the book.
"The Art of Book Restoration" turned into "The Art of Diary Snooping."