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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
12
News had spread like an uncontrolled wildfire concerning the sudden and inexplicable appearance of two more ponies. Rumors ranged from it's a hoax all the way to there being new students to even Sweetie Belle had cast a cloning spell, as well as a few others that were just as absurd.
Entering the main hall to have a bite to eat may not have been the best idea the Cutie Mark Crusaders ever had. The reason? Well...
“There they are!" A girl from Hufflepuff pointed at the trio of fillies. “I heard that if you catch them you get to skip any one test you want and you get full marks for it.”
Well THIS got the attention of quite a few students.
This included a certain pair of twins who considered themselves to be very good friends of Sweetie Belle.
“Oi, would you get a look at that?” Deuce pointed at the pair of small ponies with their friend Sweetie Belle. “There really are two more of them.”
Zwie's eyes went wide and she gave an audible squeak of delight. “I want to hug them all!”
Deuce blinked, then realized his sister had joined the mob heading toward the trio. “Bugger it all Sis...” He got up and went after her. He knew well enough how she got around Sweetie Belle, with her always wanting to carry and hug her.
“Um... Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo started backing toward the doors. “I think we should run.”
Applebloom was ahead of her on this, and was already making her escape. “Way ahead of ya slowpoke.”
Sweetie Belle turned, grabbed Scootaloo by the tail and ran. It only took a few seconds before the young Pegasai started running under her own power. “You have GOT to be kidding me. There's gotta be thirty or more after us.”
Sweetie Belle knew her way around the school, sort of. “I think I know where we can hide. Follow me.”
“We're followin ya Sweetie.” Applebloom said, chancing a glance back. “And so are all of them. Golly they're fast.”
Indeed the humans were pretty fast. Longer legs gave for longer strides. Rubber soled shoes gave for better grip on the stone floors compared to hooves.
Scootaloo had little trouble taking the turns, using her wings to twist and change direction on the ground. Applebloom would skid and have to spring off the walls, statues and furniture to keep ahead of all the maniacal children.
Sweetie Belle was not as agile or as strong as her two friends. Thankfully she was able to use a bit of her magic to 'pull' herself in the direction she wanted.
“There's a room.” Scootaloo pointed at a door. “We can hide in there, right?”
“That's the girl's washroom.” Sweetie Belle pointed out. “There's no other way out other than that door.”
Applebloom didn't care. “We can at least hide in there.” She rushed into the room followed by her two friends, and kicked the door shut. “What the hay was that all about?”
Sweetie Belle shrugged and looked for a place to hide. “Hey, we can hide in the stalls.”
The trio all ducked into different stalls and shut the doors.
Then they heard the washroom door open. “Let's check in here.” A boy said.
“Over your dead body. That's the girls loo.” One girl replied with a sharp tone.
The sound of the boy getting swatted was heard by the trio, and they did their best not to giggle.
“Ok, you girls check in here. We'll check in the guys washroom.” Another boy suggested.
The sounds of multiple girls entering the washroom made all three fillies nervous.
“Quick, get up on the toilets.” Sweetie Belle whispered and hoped her friends heard her. She made sure to close the lid before doing so. She didn't want a repeat of her very first time using one of these things. An incident which she forced the author to never write about, ever.
“Check the stalls.” Yet another girl suggested.
Scootaloo was balancing on the rim of the toilet, her legs spread so she wouldn't fall in, so she hoped. These things didn't exactly smell that nice.
Then her stall door opened and three girls looked in, all sporting rather terrifying looks of delight and the desire to hug and cuddle.
Scootaloo panicked, and her hooves slipped, and into the bowl she went.
Now, Scootaloo wasn't unfamiliar with magic. She'd seen Unicorns using it all her life. The thing is, she's never actually had magic used ON her, so the moment she fell in and had the strangest, most jarring sensation ever, with the world suddenly twisting, turning and warping all about her, she did the only thing she could think of.
She screamed.
The sound of Scootaloo start screaming, and then having it cut off with the most awful sound of a toilet flushing made Sweetie Belle and Applebloom nearly scream themselves.
“Oh man.” One of the three girls pouted. “She got away by flushing herself down the drain.”
“Any idea where that leads? I think it was a port key of some sort.”
“Do YOU want to jump in there and find out?”
“Bugger that idea. Let's get out of here and look somewhere else for the other two.”
“Yea. Lets.”
The pair of fillies waited for nearly a minute after all the girls left before coming out of their hiding places and peaking into Scootaloo's empty stall.
“Where do ya reckon she went?”
Sweetie Belle felt a little ill. She had been warned that 'small things' that fell into the toilets were usually ported somewhere rather unpleasant to keep them from getting plugged up. “I... I don't know.”
“Think we should follow her?”
Sweetie Belle stared at Applebloom, a look of sheer horror on her face. “Are you KIDDING?”
“But we gotta save Scootaloo. What if she got dumped where everything else that goes in them things goes?” Applebloom tried to look brave, but in all honesty, she sure as heck didn't want to get flushed.
“Maybe... maybe we should try to find a teacher and let them know what happened?” Sweetie Belle suggested.
Applebloom looked toward the washroom door. Sounds of children of various ages still looking for them could be heard. “Ah don't think we're gonna be able to get out that easily.”
“I know a secret passage out of here.” A new voice spoke.
Applebloom and Sweetie Belle looked into the stall, and saw the transparent head of a girl wearing glasses and sporting pigtails looking back at them.
“G-G-Ghost?” Applebloom turned white, and bolted. Sweetie Belle watched her friend rush out of the washroom, and instantly heard multiple boys and girls give chase.
“Did you have to do that Myrtle?” Sweetie Belle turned to face the ghost. “Ok, just because I did the exact same thing the first time I saw you.”
Myrtle giggled. Oh how she loved spooking the students. “Nice to see you too Sweetie Belle.” She emerged from the toilet and floated about. “It would be so nice to have some one say Hello Myrtle. How was your day?” She moaned.
“I don't have time for this.” Sweetie Belle stomped a tiny hoof on the stone floor. “Scootaloo got flushed down that toilet and now Applebloom is being chased by a bunch of half crazed students.” She then had an idea. “Do you know where that toilet leads?”
Myrtle grinned and nodded. “The sewers of course.”
Scootaloo would never live this one down...
…
Scootaloo looked around, unsure of what to think of where she now was.
It looked like some sort of storage room. There was boxes and furniture and all sorts of nick nacks all over the place, stacked up almost as high as the ceiling in some cases.
“Well, this is weird...” She looked at the old toilet she had popped out of. “Applebloom will never let me live this one down...” She sighed and started looking for a way out of this rather large room full of all sorts of stuff.
Coming around a corner, she spotted a desk, and there looked to be a lit oil lamp resting on it. Out of curiosity, she hopped up onto the chair and looked onto the desk.
She was familiar, vaguely, that Sweetie Belle used a wand to do magic in this school, and right there on the desk was a wand.
It was just sitting there, resting on top of an old looking book.
She poked it with a hoof, and felt a slight tingle. She poked it again and giggled as she felt that tingle again. Carefully, she picked it up with her hoof, and felt her hair go on end from the static charge. The wand sparked and glowed, and somehow the book flew open a few pages.
She blinked and looked at what was on the pages. “Oh, is that a spell?” She grinned and looked at the wand. “If Sweetie Belle can use one of these things, then maybe I can too.” She started reading the instructions, and practiced waving the wand just like how it showed in the book.
“Ok, that's easy enough.” She then read the spell, but didn't wave the wand. She wanted to know how to say the silly sounding words before trying that part.
After a few tries, she felt she had the words right. “Wingardium Leviosa.” She waved the wand as she spoke.
BOOM!!!
Scootaloo coughed out a puff of smoke, and she could feel she was all blackened with soot now.
“Ok... maybe I can't use magic like Sweetie Belle...” She closed the book and set down the wand, and as she turned to leave this incident behind her, she came face to face with a massive head that had massive hair and a massive beard.
“Blimy, a baby Pegasus. Ain't never seen one colored like ya before.”
“GIANT!” Scootaloo screamed and made to escape, but that giant's hands easily caught her.
(So is this how it all ends? Squashed by a giant?) Scootaloo closed her eyes. (And I haven't even gotten to show Rainbow Dash my cutie mark.)
…
Applebloom was quick, fairly agile, and she liked to consider herself smart.
Sadly, she was being chased by a large number of humans, who were as fast as she was, able to take sharper turns, and were being led by a girl with green eyes and long brown hair... that and she seemed even smarter than Applebloom.
None of her tricks and tactics seemed to be working. This one girl was not fooled by any of them, even her attempt to hide behind a rather horrifying stuffed animal. And I don't mean a plushie. I mean something a Taxidermist had done.
Rounding a corner, she suddenly found herself being grabbed and stuffed into a dark place, most likely inside someone's robes.
“Hey Malphoy.” Zwie came around the corner and spotted the boy who seemed to totally hate Sweetie Belle just because he wanted too. “You didn't see...”
“It went that way.” He shrugged and pointed toward the library doors.
“Uh, thanks?” Zwie was not sure if she should trust the boy, but saw little reason to doubt him. She headed toward the library along with half a dozen other students.
Phineas slipped into an empty classroom and pulled Applebloom out of his cloak and set her down on the floor. “What is going on?”
“Uh, everyone is tryin to catch us.” Applebloom backed away from the boy. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she'd seen him. “Ya ain't after us too, are ya?”
The Slytherine boy shook his head. “No. I don't see any reason to chase you ponies around the place. You should stay in here till it calms down a little.” He patted Applebloom's head and scratched lightly behind her ear. “Try not to get caught, ok? It's fun watching them all running around like fools.”
Applebloom shivered with delight at the pat and scratch, and was a little disapointed when he stopped and started to leave. “Try to get back to the Griffindor common room or maybe the Headmistress's office. You should be safe there.” And then, he left.
The filly blinked and shook her head. “Wow, he sure is nice.” She smiled and looked around the room. It looked like it might be a history classroom from all the stuff in it.
“Are you lost?” A flat, emotionless voice that would make Ben Stein proud spoke up from behind Applebloom.
She could have sworn the room was empty. She spun around and...
“GHOST!!!”
She bolted from the room, leaving Hogwart's only ghost teacher in her dust.
…
Sweetie Belle peeked out of the washroom, careful to not be seen. She smiled slightly when she saw the coast was clear. She had to find help for Scootaloo and Applebloom. She hoped that neither one was hurt, or more lost than Scootaloo was.
She slipped out of the room and was about to head for McGonnagal's office when she was suddenly scooped off her hooves. She squeaked in fright for a moment before she heard the voice.
“Silly filly. You should be more careful.”
“D-Deuce?” Sweetie Belle wrapped her forelegs around his neck and hugged him. “I am so glad it's you.”
Deuce blushed as he felt her super soft coat on his cheek. “H-hey now. Enough with the hugs. I saw the crazyness that was gonna happen, so I set out to help you and your friends. Seems everyone's gone more than a tad bonkers at the sight of three of you little ponies.”
“We need to save them. Scootaloo got flushed down a toilet and Applebloom is scared of ghosts.”
“Wh-what? Down a toilet?” He then snickered. “That's priceless. Come on, let's go find a teacher. This is beyond anything we can do. Unless you want to try to find this Scootaloo by following her.”
“No way. I-I'd do anything for my friends, anything but that.”
Deuce nodded. He felt pretty much the same. “Yea, if Zwie flushed herself down the loo, I don't think I'd follow either.” He then made his way toward the closest teacher's location he could think of. The Headmistress's office.
…
Scootaloo was not squashed like a mosquito. Oh how she hated those things.
Rather, she was now sitting on the giant's shoulder as he walked through the halls, looking down at all the 'tiny' humans. She knew they all wanted her for some odd reason or another, but none dared to bother her now that she was riding on her new friend's shoulder.
“Say Hagrid?”
“Whatcher want Scootaloo?”
“Sorry for screaming like that back in that room.”
“Bah, don'cha worry yer adorable head over it. I get that reaction more oft than I care to admit. And I guess I am quite th' giant compared to a tiny thing like ya.”
“I'm not tiny... Ok, compared to you I am.” Scootaloo giggled. She liked Hagrid. When he had grabbed her, he had been incredibly careful and hadn't even put a single one of her feathers out of place.
“Yer half right mind ya. I am half giant on my mammy's side. Oh, and remember, ya never saw no wand or book ah spells in that there room, right?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” She grinned and nuzzled her huge friend.
…
Applebloom somehow had managed to evade the students for at least ten minutes now. She sighed as she peeked out from her hiding place. It was amazing how easy one could hide in a broom closet.
With nobody in sight, she slipped out and tippy hoofed down the hall. About half way down, she had a rather chilling feeling run down her spine. She froze and looked back over her shoulder.
'It' was larger than her. She'd never seen a cat that large, or that evil looking, with those red eyes, mangy fur, and sharp claws and fangs.
She had, however, watched a few cats and how they moved when they were hunting things like mice and birds...
And that was exactly how this cat was moving, and its eyes were locked on Applebloom.
“Ya gotta be kiddin me. First crazy students, then freaky ghosts, and now a monster cat?” She wanted to cry as she bolted down the hall, with that evil, feral monstrosity right behind her.
She could hear it getting closer. That cat was able to make the turns around corners better than Applebloom could. It was only on the long, straight halls that she was able to keep well ahead. She certainly didn't want to end up as a 'present' to whoever might own that thing.
“Why can't you just leave me alone?” She yelled back at the cat.
Oddly, the cat skidded to a stop on hearing her yell back. Applebloom chanced a look back and slowed to a stop as well. “Wait, you understand me?”
The cat started approaching Applebloom, but it was not moving like a hunter anymore. Now it was moving in an almost friendly way. It came up to Applebloom and sniffed her face.
The filly giggled as the whiskers ticked her. “Hey there now. You're not all that scary, are you?”
The cat meowed and rubbed against Applebloom.
Applebloom giggled some more. “Say, you wouldn't know where I might find, I dunno, the Headmistress's room?”
The cat gave a quick meow and started down the hall, only to stop and look back for a moment.
Applebloom blinked, and then followed. Somehow, she knew she didn't need to be afraid of this scary looking cat.
She was, however, highly amused to watch any and all students of all ages give the cat a wide birth, some even running back the way they had come. With her escort, she felt a lot safer from the craziness.
…
“Oh hey there Prof. Hagrid Sir.” Deuce waved to the oversized teacher. He then spotted the winged filly sitting up on his shoulder, and had the image of a big jolly pirate with his parrot sitting on his shoulder.
“Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle, who was being carried in Deuce's arms just the same way that Zwie would carry her, saw her friend and smiled with joy. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you're alright. You're so lucky that you found Hagrid.”
“Heh, he found me actually. I have no idea how, but I found myself in some huge storeroom full of junk.”
“Really? I found myself in there once after being chased by that scary ca... ca... ca... CAT!!!” Sweetie Belle's fear of the feline race came back on seeing Ms. Norris. She screamed and somehow hid herself inside Deuce's robes, just her muzzle, eyes, a bit of her hair and the tips of her two forehooves peeking out the sleeve.
And following the evil, vile monster cat was Applebloom, who seemed perfectly fine with said evil, vile monster cat.
“Hey there AB.” Scootaloo called down from her perch.
Applebloom looked up, WAY up, in awe. “Whoa, you got yourself a big friend there. I got myself a fluffy one.”
“Shoo. Begone evil thing.” Sweetie Belle waved a hoof out of Deuce's sleeve. “That cat tried to eat me once. You can't trust her.”
Applebloom giggled and patted the cat's head. “Aw come one now Sweetie. She's just a big ol' fluffy kitty. She just wanted to play I reckon.”
“Nope.” Sweetie Belle was adamant on this. “She wanted pony for lunch. She hasn't tried to eat me since only because Headmistress Mcgonnagal told her I'm a student and not food. I bet that's the only reason you're ok too.”
Scootaloo grinned. “You look silly like that Sweetie Belle. It's just a cat.” She looked at the cat, and only now realized it was actually LARGER than Applebloom. “But I'm just fine up here where I like it.” She grinned sheepishly.
“And what is going on here?” Minerva came down from her office and eyed all six who were standing about in front of the entry staircase.
“Um...” Sweetie Belle peaked out, but also kept an eye on 'The Cat'. Before she could explain, over a dozen students came around a corner.
“There they are. Get them!”
Sweetie Belle hid deeper in the sleeve.
Scootaloo, sort of just 'vanished' into Hagrid's beard... He was not sure how he should feel about that, though it did tickle a little.
Applebloom stepped in behind Ms. Norris.
And stepping into the lead was none other than Headmistress Minerva Mcgonnagal.
“Enough of this. Someone had better be able to explain what is going on here.” She glared at all the students.
“Um... I don't really know.” One admitted, and from the looks on all of their faces, it seemed that they were all equally confused.
Minerva sighed. “Listen, and listen well. These two,” She gestured to Applebloom and Scootaloo, who was currently just a pair of eyes peaking out from Hagrid's beard, “are friends of your fellow student Sweetie Belle. She has special permission to have her two best friends visit her on weekends when she has no classes or events, seeing as she is so very far away from her home. None of you are to chase them anymore, is that understood?”
“Yes'm.” They all replied.
“Good, now off with you all.”
Sweetie Belle watched them all leave, and felt a little bit relieved. Now only if Ms. Norris would also leave.
“The same goes with you Ms. Norris. Shoo.”
Applebloom looked a little dissapointed. “Aww, does she have t' go? Ah really like her.”
Minerva had thought she'd seen it all when Sweetie Belle had first stepped into her life on the first day of school this year, and then again when she had visited Ponyville.
Now she was looking at someone who the cat actually seemed to like, and was accepting pets from. Any other student, or even teacher other than Filch, and she would be all claws, teeth and attitude.
“Well, as much as you two get along, I am certain that Mr. Filch is looking for her.” To be honest, she hated this cat. How it was still alive after all these years made little sense to her, seeing that even familiars tended not to live more than twice that of a normal animal of their kind.
Mrs. Norris gave Applebloom one last cheek rub before walking off, a slight spring in her step.
“Hagrid?”
“Yes'm?”
“You seem to have a little something in your beard.”
“I'm not little.” Scootaloo stuck her head out of the tangled mess that was Hagrid's beard. “I'm a big pony now. I got my cutie mark now.” She wagged her butt at a now blushing Minerva.
“Please refrain from pointing your posterior at me.”
“My what?”
“Your butt.” Sweetie Belle giggled as she somehow returned to her cozy spot in Deuce's arms. Deuce himself was just staying quiet, hoping to stay out of whatever was going on.
“I was just showing your teacher my cutie mark.” Scootaloo countered as she turned around and sat back down on Hagrid's shoulder.
Minerva sighed. “Be that as it may, this is no place to be loitering about. It is a wonderful day outside, so why don't you...”
~GRRRRRWWWWLLL!!!~
Three young ponies all blushed as their stomachs made themselves heard.
“Ah, well,” Minerva grinned ever so slightly. “Hurry up and go have something to eat. Try not to get into anymore trouble.”
“Yes'm!” The three chimed, copying exactly how the other students had replied earlier, only they added a salute to it.
“Thanks for helping me Mr. Hagrid.” Scootaloo said as the giant set her down on the floor and ruffled her mane with a hand nearly as large as her torso.
“Think nothing of it. Yer an awesome lil' filly.”
Sweetie Belle sighed. “We had a bit of an adventure today, didn't we?”
“You most certainly did.” A transparent figure emerged from the wall. “It was fun watching you...”
“GHOST!!! RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!” And Applebloom was already disapearing down the hall.
“Nicholas.” Minerva spoke in a chiding tone. “Seriously. Do you have to go about with your head hanging off your shoulders like that?”
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle quickly joined the rapidly retreating Applebloom.
“I say.” Nearly Headless Nick looked offended. “I finally get a chance to say hello to our resident Unicorn student, and she reacts like that.”
The ghost turned with a 'Harumph', and glided through the wall he had come out of.
To Be Continued...