//------------------------------// // Chapter Fifteen // Story: Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry // by AnnonyMouse //------------------------------// Disclaimer: My Little Pony Friendship is Magic belongs to Hasbro. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. This is a free fiction, not to be sold or traded for any money, services or goods. Please refrain from commenting on any spelling and / or grammatical errors. Rather, PM me and I will see to fixing them in due time, thank you. For more information, see my profile. Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 15 It had arrived. One of Sweetie Belle's favorite times of the year. Nightmare Night, or at least this world's version of it. Costumes, candy, decorations. Sweetie Belle had the perfect costume in mind, one that would merge Nightmare Night and the human's All Hallows' Eve perfectly. She checked over the components for her costume and smiled. Coat and mane dye. Sparkles (no, not that annoying glitterdust). A little magic. Contact lenses. Fake wings. Fake fangs. Armor. She levitated her wand and used a merging of Unicorn levitation with the Wingardium charm to bring everything over to her and carefully applied it all. Sure, she was still her normal size, but as she looked into the mirror, she watched herself 'transform' into Nightmare Moon. Ok, a pint sized Nightmare Moon, but it was the Mare in the Moon nonetheless. “Okay. Nobody here will really know who this is, but I can tell them if they ask.” She grinned and popped the fangs into place. “And perfect.” She giggled in delight. Turning around, she examined herself from every angle, seeing virtually every detail was in place. “This is going to be so much fun.” The filly offered herself a sharp toothed grin. With that last check, Nightmare Sweetie Belle Moon turned to make a few last moment touches to her costume. She didn't, however, notice that her reflection remained in the mirror, a grin on its face and a deep blue glow about its horn... ... The miniature Nightmare Moon peeked into the main hall, a grin on her lips. Oh the pranks she was planning. She somehow slipped into the room unseen and took position under a table. She watched for any and all moments where she could have fun. Then she spotted her first victim. A man in black robes, with black hair. He looked kinda creepy, truth be told. He was reaching for one of the small cooked birds. A slight flicker of her magic, and she cast a spell on said piece of food. Rettimus Snape had been intending on enjoying a Cornish game hen when it up and started moving. He eyed it for a moment, a moment right before it jumped at his face, suddenly sporting a maw in the center of its chest. It latched onto his nose and started nomming away. The girlish scream filled the hall as the teacher tumbled backward onto his rump and scrambled away after swatting the very hostile piece of food off his face. Everybody stared at the teacher, then at the rather not offensive piece of food that now lay wasted on the floor. Rettimus rose to his feet. “Alright, who did that? Who cast the spell that made that morsel of food attack my face?” He glared at all the students, delicious grease dripping off his face from the sudden assault. Rather than seeing any guilty faces, every single student was attempting to repress a serious fit of the giggles, with many failing miserably. There were even more than a few teachers in the same boat. Rettimus glared one last time at everyone, then cracked a grin before laughing as well. “Okay, I admit, that was a good trick.” Though he would rather have enjoyed the treat of devouring said food. One of the Hufflepuff students, dressed up in a cute, fluffy, pink pony outfit came over with a plate, which to the teacher's delight, held another cornish game hen. “Thank you.” He smirked, still chuckling and went to take his seat. Still in hiding, the tiny Nightmare Moon grinned wide, and moved about, still unseen, looking for more 'prey'. Again she spotted a prime target. A young boy who was dressed up as a mummy, wrapped up in bandages. A slight flicker of her magic, and the bandages suddenly started swelling up like a balloon. His instant reaction was to panic. He tried to pull out his wand which he'd had hidden in the forearm wrappings, but the swelling made pulling it out impossible. Valery Blackwood was over there in a flash. “Hold still, I'll deflate your costume.” She pulled out her wand and cast a counter spell. POP! The entire costume, rather than returning to normal, simply popped like a balloon which had an unfortunate encounter with a pin. This resulted in said boy standing in the middle of the hall, wearing nothing but the scrapped remains of his costume, shoes and boxer shorts. Needless to say, he dove under a table and hid under the tablecloth. Nightmare Moon blushed, then suppressed her giggles. She'd not been intending on THAT little outcome, but it had been hilarious, to her at least. She resumed her stalking, then spotted a green skinned girl, with a long crooked nose, warts, and best of all, she was wearing black robes and a black magician's hat. One could never say the Wicked Witch of the West was anywhere near friendly looking, though the girl was being friendly with her friends. Nightmare Moon thought for a moment, then grinned. She cast her spell, and instantly, the girl became invisible. Just the girl, not her outfit, and certainly not the punch she was currently drinking. Needless to say, there was much confusion on what exactly was going on there. The tiny pony pressed on, releasing pranks here and there, not really caring who exactly it was she pranked. Nobody got harmed, but there was certainly a lot of confusion. By prank number eight, Headmistress Mcgonnagal stepped into the middle of the hall and lifted her wand. She cast a spell, and at first nothing happened. Then she felt it. Nightmare Moon gasped as she was lifted out of hiding and suspended in the air for all to see. “Sweetie Belle.” Minerva looked rather displeased. “It was you who was pranking everyone?” “Oh yes, it was I, but you are wrong as to who I am.” The filly grinned as her mane suddenly started moving, flowing like a dark blue field filled with stars. The mane and tail wrapped the small pony completely, then grew in size, larger and larger till even Minerva was looking up at it. Then it unveiled the mare within, standing as tall as any of the adults, pitch black of coat, draconic eyes watching all those around her. A horn long and sharper than a dagger, and teeth to match. “I am Nightmare Moon, and I shall-” “Princess Luna!” A tiny and utterly cute voice called out, sounding a little miffed. All eyes turned to see... another miniature Nightmare Moon, but this one possessed Sweetie Belle's voice. “Why did you lock me in my room? It took me nearly an hour to get out.” Princess Luna blinked, looked down as Sweetie Belle approached with her adorable angry face, cheeks puffed out, the whole nine yards. “Ah, Sweetie Belle, tis good to see that you have arrived to the festivities. We could not resist the temptation to pull some pranks.” Sweetie Belle stomped a tiny hoof on the floor. “That's not a nice thing to do.” Minerva was quite confused, but was also proud of Sweetie Belle. “Leaving me out of the pranking. The fun would have been doubled if we had both been here.” And that pride hung its head and went to sit in the corner. “What exactly is going on here?” Minerva demanded. Nightmare Moon's form wavered, shrunk, and revealed the dark blue coated Princess Luna. “Forgive us. We have heard about your celebration of All Hallows Eve, and it stuck a distinct resemblance to our own Nightmare Night, a celebration created in my own dark name.” Minerva blinked, then looked at the tiny version of Nightmare Moon, suddenly realizing the significance of her costume. “Do you mean to say you are, in essence, the very spirit of your holiday?” “Indeed.” Luna beamed with pride. “Although it is tomorrow night in Equestria.” Minerva sighed, and then addressed the room, a smile spreading across her face. “Tonight, we are blessed with a visit from Princess Luna of Equestria. Please be on your best behavior.” Luna winked at Sweetie Belle, then wrapped the both of them in her magical mane. Moments later, they were both standing there, looking identical to each other as miniature versions of Nightmare Moon, both with natural looking wings and flowing magical manes and tails. The rest of the evening was enjoyed by all, and included a few more fun pranks from students, royalty, and even a few teachers. To Be Continued...